“Let’s go” Rach said brightly, and we got out and headed across the parking lot, hand in hand. Eager to get started, and remote at the ready, I...clicked the egg once. Rach missed a step, but quickly regained her composure. We walked another 50 feet, and I clicked the egg a second time. At that, Rach stopped walking. Standing still, mid step, she squeezed my hand. “Jake” she said panting slightly. “Yes Rach?” I said innocently. She stood there another 20 to 30 seconds, lost to the world,. Keep ... going...The heat was rising. She could make out a few features on the woman but didn't recognize her. She kept running.Must ... keep ... running...She looked back. The lava loomed above her, threatening to overtake and melt her.Oh god no!She felt a surge of strength in the rising panic and burst ahead. She could tell she was near her limits but still managed to maintain a faster pace.No ... no ... must ... run...The woman was closer now, nearing with each step. She seemed familiar. Her. ” She took my hand to gently pull me inside the place she called home. However humble it seemed from outside, being your typical town house, the inside testified – as I had suspected – of a long forgotten nobility. She led me to the living room and motioned me to sit on her settee which looked as though it even predated the last century. Once sat down, I was offered cake and coffee as well as a glimpse of her cleavage when she brought me these goodies on a silver platter – yes, actual silver.. With a final shove from behind, she was forced to go down into the dungeon again."I wish you would make up your mind!" she said to the horrible man pushing her from behind. "Believe me, I already have, Miss Grant!" She shivered as he uttered a laugh. She knew he was laughing at her even if she didn't get the joke. He was a horrible man! "Now be a good girl, go down the stairs and lock yourself up in the dungeon, Miss Grant, or else I'll have to do it for you. You wouldn't want me to hurt your.