I turned around, scared, eyes wet from all the tears. The first thing I saw was blood.Blood was rushing out of this... this a****l's head. He lay ther..., silent, not moving.I looked up and saw my mother standing there with a statue of a rock in her hands, blood covering the rock.She too was paralyzed, unable to move. I was staring now too.A dead body on the ground. My mom killed him. I kept crying.She let the rock fall and not a second later she was hugging me, crying on my shoulder."Oh God. "The prince, Chandra and I were the only ones that didn't stop walking when he made that declaration."Charles, did you have any trouble in the mountains? I have heard that the pass is treacherous even in the best of weather." No, Your Highness, we happened to come across a small obstacle at the entrance to the pass on this side of the mountains that we easily overcame." I shrugged. "We did spent one night on a plateau with a pleasant little waterfall and some remarkable views of the surrounding. He was a loser. I had her now.That’s an example of how we can talk ourselves into something completely unrealistic. I didn’t “have” Hannah, certainly not like Steve had her, but she felt so good in my arms and smelled so good and my heart was breaking for her while it exulted that Steve-the-jerk was no longer in the picture, that my psyche kind of went off on a fantasy, I guess.I was clueless about it before, but I’ve heard about the “rebound” phenomenon since then. Hannah was a classic case.. It was quite fitting that this day was a dull and dreary day that ran the gamut from grey to dark shadows. She squatted on her almost naked haunches scanning the horizon in all directions looking for the slightest hint of movement.The sound of hunting animals and frightened prey in the darkness of the midnight hours was enough to put her on full alert for the predators around her. Those sounds in the nocturnal hours were enough to make her restless in her sleep and drive her to fully focused.