By the time Andrew’s message was received, Hannah was no longer in England.  She’d gotten home, changed, and showered.  Crying bitterly in the shower, she berated herself for sharing the secret.  How did she expect him to react?  Toweling off, the escape plan was put into motion.  She was not going to sit passively by in case the authorities arrived to take her in for scientific study.  Outfit of sensible jeans, sweater, and trainers, she grabbed the gear in the hallway.  Whisking Oscar into the carrier before he could protest, Hannah took one last look of the space she called home for the past several years before locking up and hurrying downstairs to the garage.  The phone she’d used, deliberately left on the counter beside the kitchen window.