Love, fear, tragedy and death (suicide).
She was sitting in her seat quietly minding her own business, consumed in her own grief as she winged her way towards New York. Her heart was in pieces as she thought of her dear sister. She had been so brave and fought for so long, battling her cancer to the very end. However, there was nothing more that could be done and she finally succumbed slipping silently out of her life forever. She regretted not being by her sister’s side in those final hours, not being there to give her comfort.
“No, Mara. I still think our hotel is this way," her friend insisted, pointing a direction out on their map.
“I disagree, Susan," Mara replied, shaking her head. She took the map from her friend’s hands and folded it, very upset. She looked around a few seconds. “You must accept it, Susan, we are lost. I think we should take a taxi."
“No, Mara. I know where we are," she insisted, and took the map to examine it once again.
He pulled his car up outside the video store and parked. He looked at it for a while as he sat there. It was small out of the way, not one of those big chains. Maybe he could get in and out with little trouble. Of course he didn’t have a membership and if they asked for his ID he’d be found out. What are the odds the girl behind the counter wouldn’t recognize him? He had his long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a baseball cap on to shadow his face.
Claire goes to see the actors at a theatre and gets a chance to meet Oded.
The police in Bromley Kent had received a phone call from Cosgrove Laboratories in Fawkham Wood, that 11 poisonous snakes and 4 poisonous spiders had been stolen in a break-in the night before.
Something is seriously wrong, can anything be done.
There was a sci-fi and horror convention at a small hotel about thirty miles from Bismarck in North Dakota, at a little place called Indian Creek. It was four days before xmas and snow was thick on the ground and traveling was a little hard in places but they hoped for a good turnout.
It had been a hectic morning. The photo session had lasted several hours and Oded had been up early for costume fittings to his new TV series. He has several hours before he was due on the set of the new show and he wanted some peace and quiet. He ordered takeout from the hotel restaurant before taking the elevator to the roof.
She had been doing photo shoots for a while now but nobody really worth mentioning. Either footballers, which she hated doing or models who thought they were Gods gift.
"Hi, honey," she said, greeting Oded with a kiss as he came into the living room of their home.
"Damn!" Oded mutttered in frustration as he looked at the meager selection of cards. It was Valentine's Day and he was late. He had been held up in interviews all day. He had hoped to shop at lunch, but had not had time. Now it was past six and all the nicest cards were gone.
Forced home from filming, Oded meets his neighbour
Lying next to him, she raised herself up slightly to look down into his handsome face. The early morning sun filtered through the lacy curtains to bathe his soft features in its warmth. How peaceful and handsome he looks when he's asleep, she thought.
“Well, baby,” I sigh into the mouthpiece, “I miss you too... but no one ever said that these long-distance romances were easy.”