In spite of what Torsten was saying about their being no danger, Allison didn't believe him. She was very much on edge, wondering what could possibly be wrong and who, rather than what, had put a stop to their innocent hike. For some reason, she highly doubted that it was a bear, and didn't think that Torsten would be forcing a smile if a grizzly was just wandering their way through the forest. This was something different, something sinister if he felt the need to keep her safe. This time, Allison wasn't going to argue with him, and she didn't feel the need to try and change the Finn's mind when it was clearly already made up. She had no choice but to trust him, and go with whatever he instructed.

“Be careful,” Allison asked of him. The field was large, stretching far enough off into the distance to make the barn look small. The only indication that a structure was actually there was the typical, red paint on the outside of it. For Torsten, someone who was an experienced soldier, running across a potentially dangerous, open area more than likely want a big deal. Allison was no soldier, and her anxiety was high.

Hidden by the trees and brush at the edge of the woods, Allison stood as still as possible as she watched Torsten cross the field. It was effortless for him, and she could tell that he was in his element, whether he wanted to be or not. The young doctor worried at her lip as the Finn became smaller and put more distance between them. She could still see him, and didn't miss his signal for her to come over. Inwardly, she told herself that Torsten wouldn't let her get hurt, and she pushed herself to step out of the cover of the forest.

Jogging across the field, she was halfway there and the reservations she had about this Amish community were starting to ease. Unfortunately, her thinking was premature as a loud, desperate scream pierced through the quiet, sereneness of the settlement. Allison stopped in her tracks, stopping to frantically look around for the woman who had made the noise to begin with, but she couldn't see anything. She looked toward Torsten, seeing him scramble around in the distance and took no comfort in the fact that he was as caught off guard as she was. 

Allison sprinted toward Torsten, paying no mind to her aching feet as she crossed the rest of the field in record time. She caught up to the Finn, slightly breathless as she finally caught sigh of the scene below the hill. Three men were chasing a woman, and her dress was either red or covered in blood. There wasn't much that Allison actually knew about the Amish, but if they were anything like the other simple cultures back east, red wasn't a God-approved color. “We have to help her,” she gasped, no longer afraid, but thinking critically instead. This was her element, the very thing she had studied for and she wasn't going to turn away from a person in need just because of the danger that could possibly be involved.

“They'll kill her if we don't,” she pointed out, already starting down the hill. It was foolish, but Allison wasn't going to let the woman die.