There was no blood. No death, injury, or dismemberment. (Well, possibly a little bit of dismemberment.) Cleo squirmed through the mass of spectators and crawled through two sets of legs to get into her room, where she found her roommates pretty much where she had left them, except now they were screaming and pointing at the interior of Cleo's second dresser drawer. The girls, trying to be nice (and also because they...