Next he slipped the bag over her head and lowered the sides. The bag smelt odd, but she could not place the odour, neither could she figure out the sl...imy texture as the bag made contact with her face. The bag was then twisted until a hole lined up in front of her mouth, at least I can breath, she thought.Next she felt the opening of the bag tighten around her neck; at first she thought they were going to strangle her but why then the hole to allow her to breath. Then she realized they were. .. How did you even know it was me? I had my back to you." Your voice gave you away," I admitted.There would be a wait of twenty minutes so we took seats in the lobby. We picked up the conversation from earlier as if there had been no break."How long was this secretary with you, Nate?" Forever, it feels like, but only four weeks. I spent hours looking for the contracting forms today," he said. "Nothing is where you would expect it to be."We talked about his office until our table was ready. He. His parents died when he was three. He was sent to an orphanage. I think you knowthe rest, if you’ve done your homework on him,’ said Robert. ‘And his personality before the attack? I mean the outside people, like us, only saw what he portrayed himself to be for publicity’s sake…’ ‘One word: Passionate. He was very passionate about everything he did, whether it was composing a piece of music, or helping that old lady across the road, or giving his all to an audience when he was performing. He. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stand the thought of her creeping down the stairs, hoping against hope that he was already asleep so there wouldn’t be any kind of confrontation. He stared at a nearby suitcase. Where would he go? He could go to his parents but then he’d have to wake them up and give them some idea of what was happening and he relished that even less than trying to talk this out with the stranger upstairs. The clock told him the bars were still open. He could catch some.