It had only been two hours since he had gone missing but still I had hoped he would return. I had been interrogated by the community police already; still I hoped he had not purposefully made me go through this hell. This situation was as depressing as the dark ages! I sat by the table with one hand resting on the smooth, brown surface and placed my handbag on my lap. I squinted into the corner, dismissing every possible idea that may convict my husband of betrayal or adultery. I delved into the deepest part of my brain to find a clue that could help me find a to get my beloved husband back. Oh I missed him so.

I stared out of the dark window wondering why he left me. The brightness of the crystal white brick, making up the spare house blinded me momentarily. I was forced to blink. As I closed my eyes I thought I saw something significant to the investigation; again I closed my eyes this time for longer, so as to try and find out if what I saw was a clue, or if it was just my eyes adjusting to the sudden change of light. I hoped it was the first suggestion. After closing them I stared at the unidentified shapes of light to try and find out what they symbolised. Suddenly a bright light shone and I opened my eyes immediately. I glanced from side to side repeatedly.

A few moments later, I stood up; knocking my handbag onto the floor. As the bag fell, the contents found a way through the open compartments. Not caring about the money, makeup and other things strewn across the floor, I absent mindedly walked towards the front door. The next time I looked I was by the door. I saw a door frame. How did I get here? I asked myself. I looked back into the kitchen and saw a glimpse of my makeup and other belongings scattered on the floor. I worried about the impression it would make on me. Generally, I was a tidy person but this would show me to be a messy, lazy person; which I was not. I turned and took a step towards the kitchen but as soon as I did there was an unexpected knock on the door. I felt my heart jump and try to escape the prison it was in. I turned and stared at the door. Who was it? What did they want? I shook as I reached for the some thoughts leapt to my mind: is it him? Has he returned for me? Is he saving me from this awful situation? I grasped the handle. My heart started beating faster and faster. 'wait for the knock' I told myself. 'wait for the kock.'