With hands in his pockers Harrison walked back home, past many different alley ways, homeless people and strumpets. He continued to walk until about fifty hards from his house he heard a familar voice. "Don't touch me," it called out in a paniced but somehow angellic tone. Harrison broke into a run, looking into each alley he passed. Then he saw them. They had put Bridget onto their broad shoulders and were carrying her away.<em>I have to do something!</em><br/><br/>Harrison called out with all the courage he could muster, "leave her!" The second man, not holding Bridget turned and walked towards Harrison and with a swift blow to the head, Harrison hit the ground with a<em>thud!</em>The last thing he saw was Bridget reaching out for him. Then it all went black.