As he had on the first occasion, Ken moved the microphone stand to the rear of the stage and then placed his suit jacket on it. Although he was warm, he was not as warm as the first time, but he felt more comfortable without wearing the coat. He also wanted to appear less formal and unapproachable to the audience members, particularly those who were trying to garner the courage to come forward. He returned to the center of the stage at its front edge. 'I'd like to invite anyone who would like to speak to me and the rest of us tonight to come down to the front now.' This, Ken knew, was the moment of truth. He didn't want to be the kind of speaker who would stand alone on stage and deliver his opinions on how life should be lived and how problems should be solved. He needed to have audience participation. If it turned out that the previous willingness to participate was only a fluke, he would bow out of the tour as soon as possible. Only a few seconds passed before Ken learned that his fears were groundless. Two young women that had been sitting together in the third row practically flew out of their seats and dashed to the microphone. The one who reached it first latched on to it possessively but didn't, Ken was glad to see, remove it from the stand. The woman's companion refused to stand behind her but positioned herself alongside instead. Both of them were ogling Ken as if he were a rock star. With the ice broken, other audience members soon began lining up behind the two young women.
'I'm getting in line,' Pam said to Andrea as she stood up, placed her purse on the chair, and moved toward the center aisle. The woman who had watched her earlier was surprised to see Pam get in line to speak with Ken. That didn't seem to be something that a movie or TV star who wanted to remain incognito would do. The woman looked back up at Ken and out of the corner of her eye saw Andrea slip a black object into Pam's purse. She thought she knew what it was but quickly decided she was mistaken. Andrea immediately got up, picked up Pam's purse and made her way to her friend. 'I have to use the bathroom. Here's your purse.' Pam smiled and thanked her as she took the purse and then turned back toward the stage. Andrea started walking toward the exit but turned around abruptly and shouted, 'That woman dressed in black is going to kill Ken Fontaine! She has a gun in her purse!' Andrea had her right arm extended with her index finger pointed at Pam. 'Somebody stop her!'
The people in line in front of and behind Pam ran for safety leaving her standing alone and looking with disbelief at Andrea. 'What are you doing? Are you crazy?' Pam yelled. Emerson Heaton had been standing near the center aisle behind the last row of seats. He wasted no time and was charging down the aisle at top speed. Pam opened her purse. 'I don't have a gun in here,' she said as she reached inside and then removed a black pistol.