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eyes.
    “A Gore?” Scatterbolt asked. “How is that possible?”
    “It’s not,” Orion replied. “Or at least it shouldn’t be. Gores can only be controlled by Vincent. And he’s gone.”
    “For good, right?” Scatterbolt asked. “Please say ‘yes.’”
    “It’s not Vincent,” Orion said with a chuckle. “But that means it has to be someone very close to Vincent, who now somehow has control over the Gores.”
    “Someone who is now on Earth?” Tobin asked.
    “Apparently,” Orion replied. “But it also could be a stray Gore that was simply left over from Vincent’s invasion. There were hundreds of these things, after all, so it wouldn’t be too surprising to find out that some of them survived. Either way, our first step to figuring this all out...”
    Orion put the piece of paper that Officer Norris gave him on a table.
    “We need to check out Sullivan’s Wharf onMay 18th. Which just so happens to be this Friday. Who’s up for a stakeout?”
    “I’ll be there,” Keplar said.
    “Me too,” Scatterbolt replied.
    Tobin held his arms up. “I’d love to be there, guys, I really would, but my prom is that night. I know it sounds stupid, but I really need to be there, if I ever plan on having friends again in the future.”
    “That’s okay,” Orion said. “You absolutely should go to your prom. You need to have some semblance of a normal life, after all. Keplar and Scatterbolt can check out the wharf—I don’t want them being seen or getting involved in any kind of altercation, anyway. This is simply a fact-finding mission. They can do that without you, Tobin. You go to your prom and have a great time. I’m sure it’ll be a blast.”

CHAPTER
FIVE
     
    Two days later (May 18th, to be exact), Tobin was standing in the downstairs bathroom of his house and looking in the mirror. He was wearing a tuxedo.
    “I’m not going,” he said, in the direction of the closed door that led out of the bathroom.
    In the hallway outside, Tobin’s mother and her boyfriend, Bill, were waiting eagerly for Tobin with cameras. Chad was also with them, dressed in a very sharp tux, and standing next to him was his prom date, Olga. She was Polish, six feet tall, blonde, supermodel-beautiful, and wearing a prom dress that could very easily cause major car accidents each time she stepped out in public. She also spoke about twenty-three words of English.
    “You have to go, honey,” Tobin’s mother told him. “It’s your prom! It can’t be that bad.”
    “I’m not going,” Tobin repeated from the bathroom. “I look like an idiot.”
    Bill and Chad tried to stifle their snickering.
    “No, you don’t, honey,” Catherine said. “Come out so we can see you! I’m sure you look incredibly handsome. Come on, come out!”
    Tobin opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall, with an absolutely miserable look across his face. Tobin’s mother, Bill , Chad , and Olga all looked him over, and everything appeared fine…until they reached his legs. The pants of Tobin’s tuxedo were about five inches too short, exposing his ankles, his socks, and a good portion of his calves.
    Chad immediately burst into laughter. “Oh my god!” he bellowed. “That is awesome!”
    Bill was trying not to laugh. “You can’t even tell, Tobin,” he said, biting the corners of his mouth. “Honest.”
    “Is it supposed to look so stupid?” Olga asked Chad .
    Tobin pushed past the group and walked down the hall. “I’m not going. I’m not.”
    Tobin’s mother stopped him and hugged him.    
    “Tobin, stop it! You look so handsome! I’ve never seen you look so handsome!”
    “I look like an idiot!” Tobin said. “They gave me the wrong pants, I’m not going in the wrong pants!”
    The group followed Tobin into the kitchen.        
    “Hey,” Chad said, “look at it this way: if the place floods, you’ll be all set.”
    Bill laughed. “Or, if there’s some after-prom clam-digging, you’re good to go