His hand moving caught her eye and she glanced over just as he spoke.  With a small nod she quietly turned around and went back to the shelving unit.  On the bottom shelf there was some old newspaper but there were no writing instruments.  Thorn walked back over and smiled sadly at him once more.  “Nothing to writ….,” she began, and then remembered the bag of charcoal.  After retrieving a piece from the bag, she walked back over to him and placed it in his right hand while holding the newspaper down on the table for him.<br/><br/>As he wrote, she watched his eyes and wondered who would miss him when he was gone.  The thought made her heart ache and with her free hand, she caressed his cheek.  Her mind suddenly brought her back to the dinner with her brother and Shadow.<em>Were there clues there…clues that told of what was happening to Shadow?</em>She asked herself this many times, and after years of beating herself up for possibly<em>missing</em>a clue, the only time that scene returned to her was when she was about to kill.  She claimed it made her more careful, but in reality it was the anger at herself that flipped that switch in her mind…from a quiet, sweet woman…to a monster.