The street outside was long and grey, lined with houses. I was in an unfamiliar neighbourhood, but I kept running. I turned left when I reached the end of his ragged lawn. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I daren't look back. I just ran, ran for my life. I heard the fat man yelling and a gunshot. I still didn't look back. I found an intersection at the end of the street and stopped to take a breath. I looked back to see no one chasing me and smiled. I took deep breaths of fresh, outside air and screamed in delight. I was finally free. After three years, I was outside again. Now to figure out how to get home. First step, figure out where the hell I was. Cars zoomed past me and completely ignored my state. I walked further down the road to find a small town. I saw no street nor town signs. I saw an elderly couple come out of a café across the road. I ran over to them to see if they knew the town. In heavy breaths, I spoke "Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?" The lady was the first to speak.

"Oh dear, young lady! You must have had some party! Look at the state you're in! You need some new clothes. Come with us!" Her husband pulled her back and tried to convince her out of it. "Oh, don't be silly, James. We need to help this poor girl." She said in a kind voice. She led me down the road and around a corner to a small little cottage. She opened the white gate and beckoned me in. James followed with a cranky look on his face as he shut the gate behind us. The lady welcomed me in and showed me to a bedroom. "My granddaughter won't mind you borrowing some of her clothes. My name is Greta, by the way." She reached out her hand for a shake. I reached out and shook her hand gently.

"I'm Maggie." I replied. "Thank you so much for your kindness. You won't believe my story." I closed the door of the bedroom and picked some clothes that were close to my size. I found a short-sleeved shirt and some jeans. I threw all my worn clothes in a pile in the corner and got into the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower and scrubbed every part of my body vigorously. Once all the dirt and grime was off, I washed my hair. The water turned grey under my feet. I used about half of the shampoo bottle just on my hair, which has grown long and wild. I turned off the water and dried my body. I wrapped a towel around my body and searched the drawers for some underwear. All I found was spotted knickers and a hot pink bra. It'll have to do until I get home. I threw on the green shirt and put on the jeans. I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I called. The door handle turned and in came Greta. She was holding a tray with hot tea and a few biscuits. I sat on the bed and she sat beside me. "Now," she spoke "Tell me everything."