the screaming monster , leaping out of the water , met the frying pan coming the other way with a clang . without the other half of her soul , she was not one . the school secretary was busy printing off papers and stuffing them into envelopes . she awoke with a start the next morning , still at the window . and our first ship was ready . it wasnt much , but it was a start . one was watching me while the other snatched the body . 