<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7051991#msg7051991">Quote from: Isobel on 11-10-2012, 00:28:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>At home</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Trying to save Chrissie</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">“Of course you can sit in a chair Chrissie, take that one or that, whichever you like.  I'm going to be on the sofa so you won’t really be able to see what I'm doing, but I’ll just tell you, no problem.”  Emily smiled at the young girl, thinking she must be in a bit of a state!   She took Chrissie's laptop and </span></span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">put it on the network, then handed it back.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;">“OK to start with you use your laptop and make all your albums private, OK?  He can still see them with being in the circle so that won’t make him do anything.  While you’re doing that I’ll do some research on my laptop.”  She smiled at Chrissie some more, hoping to reassure her, and started googling.   She</span></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"> had been thinking of showing Chrissie how to google her way out of trouble, but clearly she wasn't in a condition to learn anything!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily started with ‘internet identity’, found something useful-looking on the third page, and set off.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Twenty minutes later she had two plans worth trying.  She looked up, seeing Chrissie having finished and now just sitting, watching her, still looking transfixed.  If only Emily could cuddle her!  Anyway…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“OK Chrissie, what we have to do is get the guy’s IP address; that’s a set of numbers which is basically like his phone line for the internet.  That the first step, and he’s made it easy by asking for your email, cos every email contains your IP address in what they call the header. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So go onto Yahoo and make yourself an account.  Call it Chrissie something, OK?”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily carried on with her own research.  Hmmm.  Really?  Well, if the guy was stupid, they might get lucky…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Chrissie was finished.  “OK now send the guy an email from Yahoo and then we wait for him to send you an email back.  Just a very short message, like ‘OK he<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;">re is my email, you won’t use my photos will you?</span></span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;">’</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;">”It's safe because even if he knows about email headers he'll get my IP address not yours."  It only took a minute.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Alright now pass me your laptop so when he replies I’ll read it not you.  You don’t need any more scares from him, and it won’t scare me.  Then you’ll see, we’ll start hunting and scaring HIM!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“How’s your drink, ready for a top-up?  Or a bite to eat?  Have you eaten this evening?”</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Chrissie sat at the chair, and looked very intently at Emily's work. She felt...stiff was the best word.<br/>"Yes, mi... Emily." "Sure, Emily!" "That's fascinating, Emily!"<br/>The little one seemed to understand the IP business, but have never thought to use it.<br/>"Ah... food", Chrissie smiled weakly. "I knew I was forgetting something today!"<br/>Well, at least she had enough forces left to try and joke...<br/>"Wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Emily. You're already doing me a great favour! I don't know how I could ever pay you back..."<br/>The girl still seemed unsure of herself.