As I lay and think, trying my best to remember what happened to me since climbing off the bus I hear hushed voices coming from the other room. It’s hard to hear at first, but as I focus my attention on the voices I can hear bits and pieces, depending on who’s talking. The Sheriffs voice is difficult to hear because he has a hushed tone and he also has a thick Alaskan twang. However, Doctor Willows voice is clear and concise and I can hear some of what she is saying when she speaks even though she is speaking in a whispered tone. Robins voice, well I can hear every word he speaks. He has one of those deep voices that reverberates through the wooden walls, even though he is speaking softly. He has a nice comforting tone to his deep voice. It reminds me of when we were young children, before our parents died. My father would always be up before sunrise and he would make his morning coffee and hum quietly to himself, and although he did it quietly, his deep voice would travel thr

As promised, Robin is up at first light. After a quick look in on Cammie who is still sleeping after a restless night of her tossing and turning so much that it kept him awake most of the night. She seems to be sleeping better now so he decides to slink off without making a sound. He forgoes the coffee as that would wake the sheriff and doc up. Robin grabs his coat and heads straight out. It’s cold out and he shivers a little as he zips his coat up and pulls his hood up and over his head. Breathing out white clouds of puff into the cold, crisp morning air, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his gloves. It’s still a little dark but the sun is peaking through the tree line and the sky is clear, not a cloud in sight. It looks like it’s going to be a bright sunny day today. Hopefully some of the snow will melt and things will start to get back to normal around here. After some shovelling of snow to make a path to the shed, he struggles to pull the door open. Once in it’s still

Stomping around outside in the snow, trying to keep busy and trying to avoid thinking of Cammie leaving the homestead, Robin is shovelling snow like crazy. ‘Cammie is going to be gone within the hour, I may not see her again’, Robin thinks to himself. This whole trying to keep busy to avoid thinking of her isn’t exactly working. Which frustrates him even more. He is so annoyed that if the snow was pure 10inch thick ice he would punch it with his bare fists. Instead he shovels the snow with more intensity then before. So much so that there is snow flying all over the place with every shovel and it looks like he’s creating his own man made storm. Shovelling snow like his life depended on it, he keeps mulling it over and talking to himself as usual, “if Cammie leaves for town today, when will the roads be clear enough for me to drive down into town to check on her? I don’t like the idea of her being in town, her attackers could be anywhere, could be anyone... and with three of the

Cammie is sat in the living room on the sofa where she can see out of the kitchen window and watch the helicopter take flight. After giving her statement to the Sheriff all she can do is replay the last moments from when she and Callie got separated. The moment when Callie stopped running and begged for us to take a break. How our legs ached and how our feet bled from the rough terrain we were running over, and how the blood on our feet made it slick and slippery which made it even harder to run. How she can still hear the terror in Callie’s voice and their heavy breathing as they try to catch their breath. Callie’s face in the light of the moon shone and how her face was stricken with fear. All Cammie can think of is, if Callie is dead, how awful and scary her final moments must have been, “dear Lord, please let her be alive and safe, please Lord, let her be alive and safe.” As Cammie is praying out loud, Robin comes in from outside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb your pra

Sitting on the edge of the bed awkwardly, Cammie is baffled, “what is going on with me?”She asks herself. Here I am throwing myself at a man and day dreaming of a happy life as the wife of a homesteader, while my sister could be out there in the forest, dead, or even worse eaten by animals. Hell, being married to a mountain man was never my dream. It was always Callie’s dream, to have a rugged man who would worship the ground she walked on and care for her. Terrible thoughts running through Cammie’s head, ‘Why isn’t Callie here now, instead of me? how can I take her dream like a thief in the night?’ Robin was meant for Callie, with his tall, dark and handsome looks, his soft, attentive and caring manner and his sheer strength. With the will and need to provide for and keep safe no matter the consequence, somehow this universe has muddled Callie and I up. Cammie’s thoughts rushing ahead of her now turning to what Callie’s final moments would have been like. How terrified she would