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The gloomy rainy morning didn't put Sammy in a positive mood. She was nervous, she didn't know why, and kept checking her watch - Travis was due to arrive soon.

On the eve of the abundance of impressions, Sammy did not have time to think it over properly, but in the morning, with a fresh head, anxiety came with a vengeance. Travis was clearly getting worse, which means that soon she would have to go through his transformation again. Samantha felt unwell just thinking about it, and one could guess what Doyle himself felt.

She could hardly wait for his arrival, and breathed a sigh of relief when his Chevrolet pulled up to the house - which means he is still in order. Saying goodbye to her mother, who, noticing Travis' car and winking at her, Sammy ran out of the house.

Doyle was fine, indeed, but he looked just as bad. However, he smiled as Samantha sat down next to him.

Hi, are you rested? he asked as he pulled the car out onto the road.

- Yes and you?

“It will do,” he nodded, but aver