He could barely see her now, with only her head and upper torso visable as she bent to give the cat some milk. He had almost missed the Ankh birthmark, and almost dropped his garotte when he saw it. Finally after all these years he would soon find happynes again.<br/>Then she perked up, scanning the area slowly. He knew then she had heard him. His knuckles were white on the grips of his instrument of death. He dearly hoped he would not have to hurt her. He found himslef staring at her beuatiful brown eyes, and those amazingly long lashes. He signed deeply, when she dismissed the sound as nothing but her imagination.  He slid the weapon back into his cloak.<br/>For the first time in his long, long, life he found himself without a plan. His heart yearned for this woman. begged him to reveal himself. Yet, he couldn't. The timing wasn't right. He did not wish to harm her, though he sensed he would have to do just htat before this night was over. Focusing on controlling his breathing he crouched and watched her, waiting to see what would happen next.