Sarah watched him go, shivering cold from the rain.  She looked back to the now well-lit street and then at Mr. S Manâ€™s retreating form.  She hesitated a moment, took one last look to make sure no one was watching, and followed him down the path.  She gained some refuge from the rain, the sound of the water hitting the leaves almost soothing.  She had lost sight of him as he entered deeper into the forest, and yet she found herself taking what seemed like a familiar path, as if she had traveled it many times before.  There was no sight of him, nor sound of his screeching, and Sarah just kept going.  She noticed the familiar gouges in the trees, and figured she must be getting close.  Sarah stopped and turned a full circle, gazing at the trees.  â€œReady or not, here I come Mr. S Manâ€¦â€ She said softly, almost sounding like the little girl she had been those short years ago the first time she had followed him into the forest.