It's midnight in the forest. Darkness surrounds me. I hear twigs snapping, leaves rustling. Something is following me. Panic swells as I pick up the pace, I'm running away but from who or what? My foot snags on a tree root and I fall face first. I taste the blood and dirt.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.