Aren’t you?’. I flashed her a nervous smile, trying to downplay the panic I was feeling. She started to nod her head. ‘It’s okay’, she echoe.... ‘I won’t worry about breaking the beaker I am all right. I am’. She returned my nervous smile with a tentative one of her own. I felt some tension drain out of me, not much… but still a little. My nervous smile broadened… and her tentative one became a solid one. There was something weird though. Her blank look was fading. She was getting this strange. Coming to the story, Sameena was a middle-aged businesswoman. She was aged 36. Her sales representative position for a multinational company made her travel a lot. She was earning well and was living with her husband and in-laws.Sameena was married with two kids. Sameena’s husband owned a company by himself. They were living a high-class life with workers managing all the household duties. Life was lavish and happy with no complaints.Sameena and her husband spent very little time with each. She tentatively touched it, feeling the thick warm blood on her cold fingers. ‘ohhhh,’ Ava groaned, her head spinning. Slowly and carefully she pulled herself to the washstand which had also toppled at some stage trying to find some water and a soft cloth. It was dark, and she couldn’t find any of the candles. It hit her how long she must have been unconscious. For a moment there she couldn’t even remember where she was. The ship was gently swaying in the deep swell, the wind had slowed its. Hell, she thought, that monster could probably pass me going uphill while towing a trailer.To make matters worse, Liv caught a whiff of gasoline every time she turned. One of the rounds must have pierced the gas tank under the back seat. The fuel gauge was dropping steadily. She hoped there would be enough to make it to the top.At the base of the hill, Liv glanced at the speedometer. The needle was pegged near 55 mph. She snicked the gear shifter into fourth, and popped the clutch. The engine.