While she ducked inside, he wrapped a soaked rag around a large branch and lit the torch with his flint. She emerged quickly, holding the box out from...her and placing it on the ground, before backing away."Inspect it for infection if you like," she challenged him.Stefan looked into her face without expression, "I will. Take this torch; this last act is your responsibility."Her face went pale, and her hand trembled as she grasped the branch. She made a circuit, setting the torch to the oil. As in Old Jersey. Channel Islands. Caught a private plane with a few of my mates out of the country. I don’t know how long we’ll be safe here, but it’s not formally part of the UK, of course, so the laws haven’t quite taken effect yet. By George, that was a close one! Wasn’t able to get the kids out, but that’s sadly them paying the price for my naivete. Anyway, we’re set to refuel for a day or two in the country and then make a dash for Antwerp. I’m brushing up on my Flemish, to put it mildly.. The person who was on rent there was going out of pune for 10 days…And the keys were with me something wild started coming in mind…Later I told her meeting at that place first she denied to which I got sad…But when the next time called her she agreed but she was worried a lot as anyone can she her as that place was near to her place…But she came I kept the door open only…As she came up she told me we could have met somewhere out also…I said we meet outside every time this time something. Suzi wasnt tied to the post and there were only a few people and mutts strolling casually around the Commons. I started flipping through the cameras looking for my wife. I finally found her on one of the indoor feeds. This was fucking freaky. The place looked like a classroom, there were rows of benches and an old fashioned black chalkboard on one wall and charts and stacks of books in the corner. A classroom of some mad scientists work room. My wife was laying on her back on a big wooden.