I stand stoicly, feeling the wind blow through my long hair. I fiddle with my gun's trigger methodically as I watch Mr Hinchliffe in front of me.

He puts his glasses on, why if not to take deadly aim. I glare at him, slowly turning away from him as he copies.

I listen, counting to ten as I get to nine, one last though going through my mind, 'I will not let this man make an orphan of my daughter.' You'd already lost your mother, I was not going to let this cruel world take me away from you.

"9." My gaze flickers over to you, watching as you stand in Henry's arms, Henry being my best friend. My love. A love that we have kept hidden for years, knowing it would most likely lead to our deaths.

"10." I turn on my heal, swiftly facing Mr Hinchliffe and pulling the trigger of my gun, watching. Waiting.