Shawn: Around Back!
Tiffany opened the briefcase. The hinges made a slight, squeaky noise. She pulled on it, opening the case strong and wide.
Inside, Mr. Clayton's eyes were closed and his arms were folded across his chest. He just sat there, tucked against the white-satin fabric with flower-pedal designs on the inside of the briefcase. His closed eyes revealed remarkably long, eyelashes. Gone was the puppet who pranced around and held a terrific sway over Bradford's life, imbuing him with anger and a lust for revenge.
Instead, Mr. Clayton looked surprisingly like just a plain, old puppet.