It was about an hour or so later I woke up randomly. I tossed and turned for a bit before I decided to check my phone. I opened up snapchat to see if ...maybe any of my friends posted a story. Then I saw Sarah posted one. I immediately opened it. It was just added. It was a selfie video of her at a bar, taking a shot. My stomach sank a little, because she either lied to me earlier, or she changed her mind because someone else convinced her to go out. And my first guess was Mark.I sat my phone down. As we taxied, I took out my phone and texted Cal to let her know I was on the way, then turned the phone off for the duration of the journey.The Captain came on the PA system as we taxied, or maybe it was the first officer, and did the usual announcement, letting us know that we’d be flying up the St Lawrence Seaway, then across the Atlantic, passing over the southern part of Ireland, then crossing the British coast over South Wales and following the M4 to Heathrow, where we were anticipating. "WHAT?" They WHAT?" White folks don't do yard or house work?" Who does?" Maori?" Hello? Hello?" David! You better be through because I'm coming in!"So ... I pinched it off and moved to the shower."EWW!" You wanted it ... you could have gone upstairs." No possible way could I make those stairs."I have to admit ... she was in full spate. So was I."Get that shirt off ... you might as well take your shower now. Morning wood, David?" No ... Grace wood," I said."Look what I learned to do," she. I'm concentrating on writing now, so I won't edit mistakes orrespond to any reviews until December (unless they end up being an entirenew chapter like this one!)--------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 9a - The Last EscapeShe escaped!Nancy thought those people were her friends, that they were nice people,but they had tricked her! That horrible nightmare helmet they had put onher head had shown her awful things, and now those images were inside herhead with no way to.