It was spring outside. It wasn't too hot, but it wasn't too cold either. Krueger met you at the agreed place, holding a lovely bunch of lilies of the valley. You hugged and kissed as usual and went for a walk. You happily walked beside your boyfriend and told him about your news, reverently clutching the flowers. At one point, Krueger leaned over and pulled up your pant leg: "You're not wearing tights? Are you crazy? It's cold!". The man took you by the hood and dragged you home.