<strong>Theresa Van Derala</strong><br/><br/>Theresa panted, mostly from the pain of her leg setting. As the bindings were wrapped around the splint, she looked at the armed woman. "My name is Theresa Van Derala. What does it matter? I haven't committed any crimes. And I don't have any family to report me missing."<em>Well</em>, thought Theresa,<em>at least no crimes that could be connected to me. Hopefully.</em>