She stopped at a small door tucked in between two shops on a busy London street. It was a very non-descript little entrance - his eye would have skipp...d right past it had she not stopped. He kept walking because he did not want to spook her. Now that he knew where she worked, he began to develop a plan.Soon he knew everything there was to know about Becky Smith. She was twenty-five years old, American, and living alone in a tiny flat outside of London. The little office belonged to a small. Val will know who it is but I don't want him to know... not yet, anyway.Will write more tomorrow.SignifEvent Journal Jul 200- (1st)I've had a few bad days during my lifetime but I don't remember any as bad as the past Monday. On Monday morning I got an e-mail with three photos of men who looked like advertisements for those 'bigger penis' ads except that they were bigger even than the ads promise. Spam, I thought as I glanced at them and then I saw, reflected in the mirror beside this fat guy. " Who in hell are you?" Gordon asked in amazement."I'm Zelda Perkins and you are Gordon McReady. I called you from the VA Medical Center." She looked down at Jack's wounded arm. She ripped the pajama sleeve away from Jack's wound and removed a pre-moistened towelette from her fanny pack. Zelda wiped the wound clean and said, "The bleeding has just about stopped already. If I'm hired, let's take him someplace safe and bandage this little owee." She looked at Jack as asked, "Well?" Oh yes, oh. The professor grilled her on the alphabet and taught her some fundamental phrases and questions that she needed to know for simple survival. She learned numbers and how to say her legal name in Danubian, she learned how to ask for permission for basic needs such as going to the bathroom, and she learned greetings appropriate for a criminal. Finally the instructor gave her a study guide from the class and ordered her to review it until Cecilia returned. Twenty-four hours had passed since Maria.