The student union is packed with people studying and eating lunch and I spot Emma immediately at a corner table with her laptop open and a digital recorder sitting next to her coffee cup.

She waves when she sees me and I walk over feeling nervous about what kinds of questions she might ask and whether I'll be able to answer them without giving away anything important about my real identity or my situation with the stalker.

"Freddie" Emma says with a bright smile. "Thanks for agreeing to do ...