I try to behave as normal, but there are butterflies in my stomach. I nibble at my breakfast but can't swallow it. I manage to take a few sips of juice. Coffee can wait until I get to work, until this is over.<br/><br/>Before I leave, I do as Dave suggested. I check the windows. They are all locked except for mine. I push it shut and turn the latch. It feels strange, not as smooth as usual, but that must be my imagination, because it closes just fine.<br/><br/>Then, as I'm walking out of my bedroom, I sense something, someone. A shadow flits across the wall. Someone was at my window. I rush back to see who it was. Probably just a caretaker or someone, just doing their job that just happened to take them past my window, but there is no one there, no one in sight.<br/><br/>I grab my bag and rush out, slamming the door behind me. My heart doesn't stop racing until I am four blocks away. Dave will be somewhere around and if anyone is behind me he'll spot him. I'm safe now. Maybe there is even time to stop for a coffee.