She shut the door, slung her bag across her shoulders and raced down the spiral of stairs that led to the narrow street behind the modern apartment block. She had a spring in her step. In her dreams, the past and the present had fused beautifully, forming a kaleidoscope of what she thought her future could look like. It was a beautiful sight.
Then she saw him standing across the street. In the mini-second it took to register his slight, crooked form and take one step in backward retreat, he was already upon her, squeezing her neck in his cold fingers.