Two scowling police officers watched over her as the van continued its rickety way over the potholed streets and she bounced about in sympathy, collec...ing plenty of bruises, helpless to do much to keep herself steady in her manacled state. Then they arrived at the police station. They dragged the terrified and despairing Katie roughly out of the van, even more roughly up the steps, through the building, her feet scarcely touching the ground, and out into a yard at the rear. Here she was. "I'll call youback, sorry!" she said to the person on the other side of the line."Pete, are you ok?" she asked me, clearly worried, standing behind mymother who was also staring at me.I look down at myself to see if anything looked out of place. My suit andt-shirt were fine. My shoes were laced. All my limbs were present. Iturned to see my face reflected in one of the mirror tiles that decoratedthe furniture. Nothing seemed out of place. No bruises, no cuts, no signsof me being sick apart from. "Well, you have been very cooperative today on our little outing, and I think you should get some reward." She smiled. I dreaded this. "Wouldn't you like a nice piece of chocolate cake with some ice cream?" "No." "How about an ice cream sundae?" "NO. Please no." "Well. You certainly are the stubborn little miss today, aren't you. What do you want, anyway?" "I want to go home." Are you tired?" No, I just want to go." But why, honey? It's such a lovely day for our little outing, and we've only. She breathed a heavy sigh of reliefthat this nightmare would soon be over and she could somehow piece herlife back together.On Wednesday, two heads poked their way through the door. It was hopedthey would be able to clarify the details of her life, but to tJaneDoe, they only added confusion."Oh lord," softly muttered her mother as she entered. She was an olderwoman, but had dyed her hair close to its original brown tone. She woreall the old cosmetics and perfumes you'd expect of a woman of over.