A man is walking down the street.

A man is walking down the street, suddenly he hears the sound of something moving in a doorway. The man is wearing a long dark coat and a very smart trilby hat. The street is dark and lonely, lined with trees and houses which are all boarded up and derelict. It is very late at night and raining very hard. The man shrugs his shoulders in his coat as he tries to keep himself warm on this cold and damp night.

The sound is coming from an open doorway of one of the derelict houses. It is hanging off its hinges and creaks loudly as he cautiously pushes it open. He is startled by what he sees, a young woman of only about twenty is huddled up under a very old blanket. As the door opened it shone onto her frightened face and a muffled shriek came out from under the dark shroud that she had made her home for the last ten days.

They stared at each other for what seemed like hours but was only for ten seconds before the man stepped further into the doorway. The woman tried to move away from him, frightened, not wanting to trust any living man again in her life.

“Go away!” she screams at the man.

“It’s ok, I’ve come to help you.” The man says, gently.

“I don’t believe you, I can’t believe anyone anymore, go away, go away” the girl was now sobbing and shaking profusely.

The man crouched down so that he came down to the same level as the girl. He suddenly realised how frightening it must be for her to see this tall dark figure suddenly looming into her safety zone. He really did not want her to be frightened. He knew what she had been through, he knew that he had to get her trust.