Sarah stared at the clothes, wide eyed, for the few seconds the cave was illuminated, and then took off running.  She knew who those scratch marks were from.  Quite suddenly, she wanted nothing to do with Mr. S Man.  He was a monster.  She tore through the undergrowth, no longer caring as branches tangled in her hair and scratched her face.   He had killed her father.  He was the thing they were talking about on the radio.  Heâ€™d been killing kids for years and years and yearsâ€¦.but why not her?