And waited... yelling again several times to no avail.His hands ached from hitting against the wall. Jack sighed and lookedaround the room. He wasn't ...etting out of here by banging on things.The room's lighting darkened after a while, and a large screen, atleast the size of an 80-inch flatscreen TV, appeared on the wallopposite the chair. Jack walked up to the screen, which had turned on ablack background on the white wall. He ran his hands along the wallagain looking for a seam, or a door or. We stood like this for a half hour then we laid down on the bed to cry more. We knew the details but Tiffany had to explain what she saw and felt.It was hard for her to face her memories but she tried the best she could. "The man came into the hospital room dressed in whites. He tried to act so innocent but he wasn't. He wanted Sam and he wanted me if he could get me. He looked at me funny. I think he knew that I was onto him."She shivered at the memory and went on. "He said that Sam had to go. So when I answered the door they reasonably assumed, correctly of course, that I was the husband.“Mr Smith?”“Yes.”“Your wife is Mrs Sarah Smith?”“Yes, what’s happened?”“There’s been an accident sir. Can we come in?”I don’t think I need to go further with that conversation, it upsets me even now to think of it, save to say that I learned the time of the accident. 15.10 in police speak. You may take it that by the time they had told me as much as they knew I was devastated, my lovely cuddly wife. There was of course a nice dining room, but I passed by that, the pantryand the laundry room and went into the living room instead. It wasdecorated with a lot of old Victorian style furniture, which I knew AuntElyse had been fond of. Just about everything in that room was expensiveand fancy looking, but the room itself seemed more for impressingvisitors than for actually spending any real time in yourself.Then finally, I arrived into the den. It was actually a fairly decentsized room that was.