<strong>Emma</strong><br/><br/>She waited and heard the door close, the door to the dark hell she hoped never to return to. The room that held nothing but darkness and silence for her.<br/><br/>As the leash was tugged, Emma moved, walked with him moved to a new place. The feeling under her feet changed. At times there was grass, then gravel. The gravel cut into her tender feet, but she didn't utter a word. Why would she, he was moving her to a better place.<br/><br/>Soon, once more she felt a floor under her feet. It was quiet again. No barking dogs, no whinies from horses. Just the sound of his shoes on the floor near her.<br/><br/>When he spoke the bitch's name Emma stood there, waiting, wondering just what he had in store for his sister, and how Emma played into the whole scheme.