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Lois stepped out into the darkness of the hallway and
winced as the bedroom door clicked to a close at her back,
seeming overly loud in the calm silence of the slumbering
farmhouse.

She stood for a moment, breathing heavily as though in the
midst of some clandestine burglary, waiting to be
discovered. But nothing stirred, the silence was unbroken,
the darkness continued to press against her.

She peered over the banister and down into the living room,
trying to adjust to the blackness taking shape around her.
She had never realized until now just how dark it was in
the heart of the country. Here, there were no streetlights
to illuminate the room through its large windows on her
right. No buildings across the way to shed a faint ray of
light to guide her steps. It had been a warm, muggy night,
so there'd been no need to light the fire in the mock
Georgian fireplace. There were only the blackness and the
shadows. Deep and somnambulant and somber. Weighted and
old. Like everything it seemed, in this alien territory
that scared the hell out of her.
Why had she let herself be persuaded to come down here
anyway?

She knew why. Because Perry had snow-blinded her.
Although...she mused reluctantly as she gingerly made her
way to the foot of the staircase, wincing at the
inadvertent creak of a loose step halfway down, and paused
again to take new bearings...it did seem that her partner
*could* have been right and there was a story here after
all. Maybe.

It's tough finding a good place to hide -- especially one from where
you can watch, plan, wait for an opportunity to strike. To make
things right... to get even. Justice and revenge.

It's even harder when you don't have any resources, any contacts,
money, a home. When you're not sure if you're being watched as you
scramble in the chaos to escape a city ripped apart by corruption and
civil war. The only contacts she'd had were also her partner's, and
she wasn't sure if she could trust him not to betray her once again.
Finally, long after he'd made his own comfortable departure, she too
had got out.

Then the earth had exploded in front of the van in which she'd fled,
and she and the boy were alone. Was there any hope of rescue?
Wouldn't her disappearance be big news? At least for a few days,
until the next big scandal or crisis?

As she had twisted out from the jagged wreckage of the van, willing
all her reserve strength to drive her body through sharp, twisted
metal and the shattered shards of the rear passenger window, she
hadn't thought of any of that. She'd just wanted to survive. A
quick glance at the van's interior, at the blood and the gaping
flesh, told her that her companions had not been as lucky. Except
the boy. Reaching in, she struggled to pull him to safety, smelling
the fumes as she did, aware of the danger of the gas tank blowing.
Instinctively they'd both started to run, racing against the
brilliant flash of fire which engulfed the wreckage as the van blew
up. Horrified and gasping for air, they stood silently watching the
flame, hypnotized by its ferocity.