Sarah was sitting at the window when she saw something moving out there. She gasped softly and she got her sniper ready. "Crap." she muttered. She bit her lip as later her adopted father said, "Sarah, go get some sleep. I'll keep watch." She nodded and went to sleep. In her dreams she had nightmares of her father who had hardly allowed her to eat much even when she had worked hard for her food, him killing her poor dear mother...and finally her shooting him in the face. She had curled up with her mother's corpse after that waiting for the police to come observe the damage she had directly and indirectly caused. All these years she had hated herself for allowing her mother to die. She had wished it was her to die and not her loving but eccentric mother.