Back at Kristoff’s house, Cindy made a dash for her room. That is, if making a dash equals trying your best not to look like you’re in a hurry to go somewhere private. The paranoia of having a highly deadly plant under her clothes started to eat away at Cindy. She tried her best not to scratch like she had fleas and hoped the beads of sweat she felt on her forehead were not so obvious to anyone else.
She used a glove to get the goods from under her clothes, then stashed them under the mattress before rushing to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. You can never be too careful, right? The used gloves and the used mask went in the bathroom trash on top of a lot of toilet paper and then covered with the remainder of the toilet roll.
Then, when Cindy could hear the commotion in the house
