He sat there, watching her. He had made a sandwich in the kitchen and placed himself in the chair in the corner of her bedroom. She slept peacefully, completely unaware. The faint sounds coming from the living room did not alert her. He heard shuffling and soft whispering.

He could see her face, illuminated by the single beam of light sneaking through the curtains. He thought, "I must get to know her. I've followed her for weeks. It would be easy to stage a casual run-in. That's what I'll do." At that moment, he was determined to make her his own. He helped them plan to rob her house. Now, he would try to steal her heart.