I can hear twigs snapping and leaves rustling underfoot. Someone or something is following me in this forest. Panic begins to swell and 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 can taste the dirt and blood.

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.

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 crash to the ground. Blood and dirt fill my mouth.

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