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Sally Jones sat at the table in the restaraunt nervously biting her fingernails. Her eyes darted from side to side as she scanned the room. She looked at the meal in front of her, but couldn't bring herself to take a bite. Her long black skirt flowed down to her ankles, she wore flat shoes, and a grey blouse. This was so different to what she used to wear, she thought. In fact, she hadn't even bothered to think about how she dressed in the past, but now, things were different.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?" her friend Rena interupted her thoughts.

"What?" Sally replied, sheepishly.

"I brought you out for dinner to take your mind off things. I wish you would just relax Sally."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one being stalked by a madman."

"Listen," said Rena, taking her friends hand. "The police will find him, don't worry."

"The police?" Sally raised her voice in exasperation. She didn't look around, but she could feel the glare of the other customers in the restaraunt. "The police have done nothing in 3 months," She hissed with clenched teeth. She pulled her hand away from her friend. "You see this?" Sally said lifting her blouse up.

"Come on Sally, there's no need...." Rena stopped talking, as Sally rose from her seat.

"See this scar? It's ugly, isn't it?"

Rena was horrified that her friend was acting this way in public. The scar didn't matter to Rena, she'd seen it before a million times.

"Sit down Sally, please." she begged her friend.

Sally picked up a glass of water from the table. She tossed it across the room, it broke against a wall, the shards of spattered glass just missed a waiter as he walked passed.

"He stabbed me, don't you remember?" Sally let out a laugh that seemed to echo throughout the room. "You tell me to relax, when this idiot is on the loose. We don't know where he is, he could be in this room right now."

"Please Sally, just sit down, and rest for a minute."

"I'll never rest again, not until he's found."

Rena jumped from her chair as she realized her friend was about to throw the table. Sally grabbed hold of the table with both hands, and threw it as hard as she could. The table landed upside down about 10 feet away from her. It bounced into a couple who huddled against a wall as the table went passed them, and crashed into the wall. A waiter tryed to reach for Sally, but she was having none of that, she kicked him on the leg. The waiter was hurt, but still managed to restrain Sally. She sunk her teeth into his hand, which held

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