Shari just stood there off to the side inside the house. To be honest all of this was overwhelming. She was frightened but hiding it well now. She also didnâ€™t have her heart racing ninety miles per minute due to fright. She was calmer and somewhat convinced she would be safe. Somewhat convinced this would work well. That they could pull this off. That she could relax a bit. Not fully mind you because her mind still remembered in vivid detail and each every thing that man had done. Such vivid detail she was afraid to sleep due to the knowledge it would haunt her sleep. Haunt her in her dreams. That she would be in an ever revolving dream where she was not able to escape that killer. She trembled a second as her ever active imagination sparked up an image of him before her eyes. She shook her head and focused back in on the here and now.<br/><br/>Just in time to see the men shove a bag into Alexâ€™s chest. She took the ring and put it on her finger. It felt strange and foreign there. She knew of one thing that was missing. Nearly every woman wore their engagement ring. â€œThe engagement ring is missing.â€ She said softly. â€œIt is greatly common for women to wear both their engagement ring and their wedding ring on their wedding finger.â€ She said softly. She took the ID and saw the her with shorter hair, they had made her cut the extremely long hair to up to her just below her shoulders, so that they could change her identity. She missed the weight of all that hair. She bit her lower lip. She looked at the name on the ID. She was always forgetful of her last name due to it changing when she was a child. She would remember this one though.<span style="font-style: italic">McKellar... I need to remember this one...</span>She thought to herself.<br/><br/>She looked at the her in the picture ID. Putting the credit cards in a wallet and slipped it into the purse they had given her. Pulling it back out and put the ID in it. Flushing faintly as she had forgotten to do that.<span style="font-style: italic">Sophia... Sophia... Iâ€™m Sophia... Sophia... Sophia... Sophia... I need to memorize this name.</span>She thought to herself. She was a bit afraid she would mess up and make the mission fail. She had never done anything like this before. She looked at Alex. â€œWhat if I mess up? What if I forget who Iâ€™m supposed to be? Iâ€™ve never done anything like this.â€ In fact she never played make believe due to being extremely frail and having such an extremely weak heart as a child. She never got to play with the other kids for fear she would have a heart murmer or a heart attack. She looked at him. â€œIâ€™ve never played make believe even as a child. I was always too weak and at risk for heart murmers or a heart attack.â€ She bit her lower lip.<br/><br/>Looking at him shyly. Why did he have to be so darn handsome?