It came along with the chiming of the old clock in the grand hall, welcoming the first hour of daybreak; the front door opened. Instinctively she felt the pillow next to her head; it was empty, but still warm. Panicking, she struggled to remove herself from the bed, rushing so much as to cause herself to become twisted in its sheets. Forcibly throwing them aside she darted to the frighteningly large door across the room. On the way out, but before rushing out the door of the room, she grasped the rose pink, lace dressing gown from its place on the settee. Every second, every raced heartbeat, they felt as if eternity was passing by while she ran through the manor in the direction of the front door.
"Wait", she cried out frantically, but the door had just closed shut. As she could not stop herself, her body slammed into the thick wooden door with a loud echoing bang. The pain pulsed down to her fingertips; trembling she opened the door, light streaming onto her face, just in time to see