[center][h3][b][i][color=f7976a]Annabelle Lafeyette[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[center]Witchita Kansas Streets[/center]

	Annie was backing up, dragging her distracted dog along with her. In an attempt to escape she turned to run- the first time she had ever really ran away from something dangerous in her life, and immediately her side was poked by a steel corner of a mailbox. It hurt, a lot. She felt the thing push her skin inwards before Newton's third law dictated that she should now be bouncing off, and that in conjunction with her already off balane state brought the young spinning to a landing on her butt.

	[color=f7976a]"Oww!"[/color] She complained, grimacing. Doug looked at her confused, and suddenly being on the ground with the man approaching her flicked off the rational part of her brain. It was time to commit. From her perspective there was nothing to be gained from staying here any longer. She wanted to get home where it was safe and go back to college and live out her normal life. This man was an intrusion on her world.

	[color=f7976a]"Just stay the Hell away from me!"[/color] She shouted, voice cracking, scrambling to her feet. Her dog ran along side her as Annie fled down the street. After a moment she rounded the corner and slowed down to a jog, breathing heavily and making sure no one was following her. She had broken line of sight with Merlin at this point. Soon she was back on her block and her house was insight. With a sharp intake of air she put on hand on the rapidly purpling bump on her side. Now she didn't know what to do. Should she call the cops? Embarassed at the fact that she had left that little girl to fend for herself, and angry at the man who had caused her so much discomfort, Annie fetched the phone from her pocket and jabbed her thumbs on the buttons for 911.