Jocelyn Krux stared the area around her wondering if there might be something to eat in the parts of Scotland. She had been wandering from her car and hoped to find herself at a home to ask for a bit of water even a sandwich. While the new diet she placed herself on was not going to get her through the next few weeks, it had to be in order to keep them off of her tail. After stealing the supply, Jocelyn ran off to hide and find the family who was open to keeping her safe from harm. Now with her car stuck in the mud and thunderstorms looking as if it wanted to soak her to the bone, she hurried to find the nearest town.<br/><br/>"Damn it!," she cried out as she looked about, screaming for help. She knew she had a good three hour start on her pursuers but having been stuck for a good twenty minutes in the mud, better to be safe than sorry. "Help! SOS!," she called out to anything, hissing as she felt the first strings of her ailment hitting her. No, the diet was supposed to suppress it damn it.