<div style="text-align: justify;">Jessica listened as Carl told her the time. Great, she could still catch her husband at home and ask him to come meet her. “Thank you”, the woman replied, almost in a whisper. Despite the fact that she had told the detective that she would be all right, a wave of cold fear invaded the woman when she saw herself alone. Trying to convince herself that nothing would happen, Jessica picked up the phone and start dialing home. It took her a while to remember the full number - standing up wasn’t really comfortable after all that had happened, and Jessica was starting to feel light-headed again.<br/><br/>Shaking her head for a moment, the woman focused. She needed to talk to Bill before he left for work. <span style="font-style: italic">Ring… Ring… Ring… Ring…</span> Nothing. A strange wave of panic made Jessica’s heart race. Wasn’t he home? Had something happened to him too? Her nerves getting the best of her, the woman started imagining all the worst case scenarios. What if whoever had attacked her had gone to her house and killed Bill too? What if he was mortally wounded and unable to ask for help? And she was locked in that office.<br/><br/>Hanging up, Jessica walked to the door and tried the handle. Of course she knew it was locked, but she had to try it. Losing control of her nerves, the woman started pounding on the door, feeling suffocated in there. The control she had been keeping with effort had finally abandoned Jessica enough for her not to think that she shouldn’t be moving all that much. The pounding would only stop when the door was finally unlocked. <br/><br/>The woman’s face, by now, had a sickly pale shade, and her face was drenched in cold sweat. “He… he doesn’t… he’s not picking up”, she explained, trying to fight the panic and regain some control. “What if… oh my God, he’s probably dead too by now”, she blurted out, letting herself drop to a sitting position on the floor and panting heavily. “Someone needs to check on him”, she still completed, before stopping speaking and just looking up at the detective, waiting for him to say something.</div>