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He frowned, crossing his arms.

"I don't know if that's wise..."

 

He sighed, regarding him for a moment before nodding.

"Fine. We'll leave in an hour."

 

He nodded, waving for him to leave.

 

When he returned to where he had left her, there was a small blood smear on the ground, but no sign of her.

 

It rang for several seconds before it picked up and an unfamiliar female voice answered.

"Hello?"

 

"My name is Francine Everling," she said, sounding a little nervous. "The owner of this phone knocked on my door and promptly passed out. She's looking very pale, the poor dear. Do you know her?"

 

"My address is 683 Willow Avenue," she said worriedly. "Please hurry. I put her on the couch, but she isn't moving."

 

The house was a small grey cottage just one street down, surrounded by wild roses.

 

An older woman, perhaps in her early 60s, opened the door, peering at him through her circular spectacles.

 

"I am," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "You must be the husband of the little one."