(http://www.aadl.org/files/images/lisbeth_salander.jpg)<br/><br/>Sarah Jane still felt rooted to the floor as she looked in horror at this thing infront of her, what the hell was it, it made her think of the demons in the books her strict Sunday school teacher had shown her as a child.<br/><br/>After a few deep breaths and some more perhaps rational thought, her brain was screaming ….<em>Run ….run away…</em>. The strange thing however was that this ‘thing’ seemed not to be able to see her or Horlicks. Again another two slightly stilted breaths fell from her mouth, as well as a sushhhhh to the dog.<br/><br/>The girl considered for what seemed like hours but was merely a mater of moments, there was only one choice and that was to run, and to run like the devil was on her tail. Which, actually at the moment Sarah Jane believed that was true…at first her passage was random but soon after slowing a little the girl started to consider a place that might be safe.<br/><br/>Perhaps there was a soup kitchen open at the moment…or a hostel…just somewhere… to gather her thoughts.<br/>