"It's cold in here," Aletta said. And she felt cold, despite being held by her oh so beloved Rolf. "Wait for me, I'll just get some wood for the fireplace. Won't take me long, I promise. Hopefully there's some left, and if not, I'll be at the neighbour's." She winked as she put on a pair of her nightie, her dressing gown and a pair of slippers. Walking as fast as she could, she felt how the cold embraced her bare legs tightly. The cold breeze of early spring was something she had always detested, but on this particular night she hated it even more. It was just until she got to the barn that she realised she was harbouring a fugitive, which stressed her out greatly. The cold overwon her fear though, and she walked inside, turning on her flash light so that she could see where the lock was, then turned it off again to spare the precious batteries. Totally forgetting where she had hidden Ryan, she stumbled upon him and tripped over, letting out a scream. Quickly turning on the flashlight, she saw he had pulled out a knife and pointed it at her.<br/><br/>"Whoa!" Aletta managed to let out, her eyes big with shock. She panted, brushing her hair straight with the fingers of her left hand. "I'm s-s-sorry! I had no idea where I was going," she blushed, at least a little bit uncomfortable meeting him at this late hour. "How's your leg?" Aletta asked needlessly and looked at it, noticing she had literally fallen on top of him and that she was putting his leg in a painful position by half-sitting on it. "Sorry! Please forgive me for being so exceedingly rude as not to notice leaning on your legs. And for escaping earlier today..." she added, blushing even more. "I'm not quite sure what overcame me, again, my apologies. I should never have kissed you, you've probably got someone in England to care for." she smiled weakly, uncomfortably folding her arms around her legs.