He could finally rest, his mind was at peace knowing that his story was finished.Steven stood up from the hard wooden chair and stretched his aching m...scles, locking his hands together and raising his thick, muscled arms above his head. He felt exhausted after writing non-stop for the last three and a half hours! He flexed his neck from side to side, making a disgusting clicking sound as he did so. Lowering his arms he turned his head to look at the old wooden grandfather clock by the door at. Surprised, he looked up at her, he hadn’t noticed her get up and walk over to him. He saw the pitying sadness in her eyes and he wished he were somewhere else, wished desperately he hadn’t said anything, wished he could wake up and find it was all just a weird dream; he wished all that but knew it would do no good. This was reality in its harshest form.“No, don’t do this to yourself, you’ve been fooled, that doesn’t make you a fool. There’s a difference.”“That’s nice of you to say,” he smiled. As I finished the toe touches, I went on to the building to relieve myself in anticipation of what could be a long journey into the unknown. As I did my business, I suspected Jack had run. I was disappointed, I was sure he had seen my age, and portly figure and just driven off.When I stepped back into the sunshine, and saw that the Van was still there, my anxiety returned three fold. I think I waited by the fountain as instructed. I was so nervous, and I was eyeing every solo guy that walked my. If he couldn't get inside to reach the amulet then how would he turn backto Lady Ann when she returned? Though surely... Surely that didn't matterbecause she would have the power to gain entrance and could get Powell tounlock it again. If anything, the cottage being locked made it safer.Feeling better, he looked down at the parcel in his hands, idly wonderingwhat it was. Powell wasn't looking so he lifted back one of the cornersof the towel and gasped when he saw the familiar curve of the.