<strong> Amelia Lightfoot, Solitary. </strong><br/><br/><br/><em>I will sing you one O<br/>Green grow the rushes O<br/>What is your one O<br/>One is one and all alone<br/>And evermore shall be so<br/><br/>I will sing you two O<br/>Green grow the rushes O<br/>What is your two O<br/>Two, two the lily white boys<br/>Clothed all in green O<br/><br/>I will sing you three O<br/>Green grow the rushes O<br/>What is your three O<br/><br/>Three, three the rivals<br/><br/>Four for the Gospel makers<br/><br/>Five for the symbols at your door<br/><br/>Six for the six proud walkers<br/><br/>Seven for the seven stars in the sky<br/><br/>Eight for the April rainers<br/><br/>Nine for the nine bright shiners<br/><br/>Ten for the Ten Commandments<br/><br/>Eleven for the eleven that went to heaven<br/><br/>Twelve for the twelve apostles</em><br/><br/>Amelia Lightfoot did not seem upset at her new confinement for it gave her a chance to plan and consider her list, that long list that needed to be completed soon, because her own soul was in jeopardy, the young and slight woman knew that she had to be able to escape both his place and hell. Perhaps this was hell, now that was interesting.<br/><br/>This she sang to herself and made her plans, the alarms and shouts the light even the darkness did not trouble her, why would it Amelia had her plan, she had her mission and thus all was well. So after walking a little and singing the killer sat down still in her blood stained clothes and continued to entertain herself. Why should she be afraid? Amelia really did believe she had a very special purpose.<br/>