Maybe it was that whole ?caring for other human beings? thing. Or maybe it was just the starched white coats for the doctors and those cute uniforms f...r the nurses. Anyway, as always in these matters, motives don't matter.At least they didn't matter to Frances, the focus of his attentions.He'd been watching her for over a month. On the pin board in his cellar was a shrine to his latest obsession. There were photographs sneaked with his mobile phone and those where he had used the long lens from. I was looking at the entrance door and didn't see anyone come in so I figured I’d close my eyes and go back to sleep. I must have slept through the next stop (almost 2 hours later) when I woke to find a very young girl, maybe 15-16 years old sitting across from me (opposing seats) and saw she was also napping. Without my glasses on I couldn't see her clearly but it did feel strange that she was sitting by me. I looked around and the rail car was empty except for maybe 4-5 others s**ttered. That is why they wouldn’t let me speak to him, when I rang the hospital. They just said it wasn’t possible for anyone to speak to him at this time.”“Well, put your mind at rest: he is on the mend, Frances. He was a real hero, defending me and the girls.”“Girls?”“Oh, yes. You wouldn’t know about them. The two daughters of the Robsons at the farm. Reg arranged for them to come home with us, for relationship training, or you might say counselling. They clearly need to learn how to respect their. ’ My face fell, I knew she was right but still it was a bit of a letdown, my first real case and I had to open my big mouth. ‘Got cha!’ She responded, a big grin plastered all over her face, ‘Wow you really gotta take it easy.’ She punched me jovially on the shoulder before turning somber again. ‘No but seriously,’ Her grin diminished but there was still a hint of it playing across her face, ‘First of all, I don’t think you’re an idiot, if you were you’d never been hired. Secondly, I don’t play.