Freezing them into a block of ice had a certain appeal but it was a well known trick, so I mentally marked that as only a maybe if all else fails plan....They were safe enough for the time being, so I rode the bike to Helen's for breakfast. I had that desire for sugar again. I downed the Cinnamon bun breakfast with the orange juice and coffee. I felt the cold shoulder from the cops in the dining area, but there were a couple of Paramedics seated in the rear. I found a seat at the empty table near. Her cheeks looked soft and blushed and free of any blemishes and her eyes, under the light-brown eyebrows, were closed but her lashes were black and long. I could tell that she wore no make-up. She didn't need any. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. Much too young, I thought, to be out driving alone on a night like this.Carefully brushing back her bangs, I could see a dark-purple, golf-ball sized lump at the right side of her forehead and, as I watched, a thick, crimson drop of blood. He came inside and sat on the sofa as if it was his house and asked ‘are you alone in the house I suppose’ I told very assertively that ‘no my maid is there and my husband will return soon you must leave immediately’ he told ‘look do not try to play trick with me, your husband is in office and will be back in late evening and son has gone to his friends house and will also be back in the evening’ I told ‘my maid is there in the house…’, before completing my sentence he told me ‘ask her to leave. She knew which were from him. So she ran, as far and as fast as she could as soon as she knew he was after her for real. She needed to keep them safe, all those she loved. She left clues for him, she knew would follow her. She couldn’t let her loved ones know. She knew they would follow if they could. She left clues in the one place she knew they wouldn’t go but he would. She left notes in the places she knew they would look. They needed to know she wasn’t coming back for a long time. That.