"Hey Sweetheart, wake up, we're home."

I slowly peal my eyes open, revealing a grey sky that is readying itself to release some flakes of white. I see the thick pine trees and the familiar aroma of heavy forest air.

Home.

I'm home. The realisation that I am home, the place where I am being stalked, the place where I am being guarded because someone out there wants to hurt me. A heavy weight is set upon me. I feel my chest tightening ...