When she looked around she didn't recognize any of the landscape. Everything came back to her in a rush then; the attack, three dragons and several hu...ans. It was while Dracon was fighting the dragons that the men came after her. She tried to get a way from them but something hit her and she blacked out. As she tried to think how long it might have been, two men came up to her and took places one either side of the horse."If you value your life you will let me go!" Karen demanded."And what are. Once again I am taken aback by what the candles have done to the mystery of the house. I call out your name and hear nothing back. I walk through the kitchen and call out with no response, I move to the living room and once again nothing, I walk into the study/bar room and see you sitting in my big leather chair with just a tie on (my favorite one), with your legs on the desk and something that I can't make out going across your chest in the dim light of the candles. I am once again taken aback. “Do you really want to be the one to tell Sergeant Rawlings that he’s wrong?”“You didn’t have a problem telling him so by continuing to look for your father.”“The Sergeant didn’t strike me as someone who would have been upset if I found my father. The Sheriff on the other hand. Now, there’s a man who doesn’t like to be proven wrong. Rawlings would be happy that a missing person was found, regardless of his assistance. Humphreys, however, not so much.”Olive smiled and her eyes sparkled. It. We'd been married for five years. She'd aged. I hadn't, and during one of our last verbal battles, she'd screamed, "You might not be getting older, but I am! You don't look a minute older than the day I met you. How is that possible?" That's ridiculous," I said.She turned me to a full-length mirror. "Look! Look at yourself! Look at me. I'm getting older. You aren't." She ripped open my shirt. "Look! Youthful, hard pecs on your chest. A washboard on your stomach. Do you exercise? No!" She tore.