Some hours later Harrison arrived at the shack, or rather, a sinder. After Bridget had escaped her captures decided that it was best to burn anything leading them back to it. And so the shack was burnt.<br/><br/>Harrison was a gentle person and not often did he curse, but he did now. "****," he said kicking the remains of the house. How could he have been so slow? Now how would he find her?<br/><br/>He turned around and looked out in front of him, and then look in the other direction. Then he spotted some footprints. Three tracks were present, almost fading. It was getting dark and the light was fading quick. Harrison could make out a small set of footprints, barely visible and it appeared whoever had made them was barefoot. The other two tracks appeared to be much bigger, and followed the smaller tracks.<br/><br/>Now Harrison knew where he must head.