"M-m-m-my dad h-h-hit my mommy.  H-h-he d-does it all t-t-the time.  It makes mommy c-cry.  B-b-b-but s-s-she didn't c-c-cry this time.  I-I-I don't w-want to g-g-go home with my d-dad. H-he h-hurts me too." Sarah said, stuttering and gasping for breath in between words, tears streaming down her face.  She glanced out the window, searching desperately for Mr. S Man, waiting for the familar screeching in her head.