(1993)

Kimberly Ann Hart, now fifteen, was sitting across from the courthouse, waiting for her father, the greatest lawyer in town, to come out. When he finally came out, she stood up, ran across the road, and said, "Hey, dad."

"Hey, Kim."

"How did it go? Did you win?"

"Well, I did win, but we may have a problem."

"What is it?"

"Your Uncle Jack just lost his job."

Kimberly's "Uncle", Jack Meyers, was her father's best friend. He was a great guy, but there was one thing that bothered Charlie Hart: his temper.

"You don't think he'll try something, do you?"

"He might."

"What do we do?"

"First, we go home, to pack. Then, we go to the safe house."

The safe house was a log cabin in the woods, that Jack didn't know about.

"It's a good thing I stopped by the Youth Center, and picked us up some chicken wraps. They're in my pockets."

They walked down the street, to the parking lot for the courthouse, and got in their car.

(home)

When they walked through the door, Charlie said, "Hurry. We need to leave as soon as possible. Pack light, we're going to have to walk to the cabin."

Kimberly went upstairs, and quickly filled her backpack with clothes. With a quick glance around her pink-colored room, knowing she may never come back, at least for a long time, she walked out.

Once Charlie locked the door, they walked into the woods, behind the house. Kimberly took the four wraps from her pockets, and gave two of the foil-covered items to her father. They started to unwrap them, and Kimberly said, "I don't remember it being so far."

"You haven't been there since you were seven."

When they arrived at the cabin, Charlie unlocked the door, and they walked in, Charlie shutting the door behind him.

As he went upstairs, he said, "Good night, Kim."

As she walked into her room, she yawned, and said, "Night, dad."

(morning)

Kim walked out of her room, and into the kitchen. She saw a note on the counter, that said: Kim, I went to the store to get some groceries. Keep the door locked, and pull the blinds on the windows. I'll be home in a little while. Dad, 7;30 a.m. She looked at the clock on the wall, and it said: 9:15.

Her phone rang, and she took it out of her pocket. She opened it, put it to her ear, and said, "Hello?"

"Kimberly, thank goodness."

"What's wrong, dad?"

"Listen, sweetheart. You need to get out of the cabin, and run as far as you can."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Jack knows about the cabin. He's right behind me, and he's got a gun. I love you, sweetheart. Run!"

Just then, she heard a gunshot, followed by the phone dropping and a thud. Dropping her phone, she ran to the door, opening it, and running out, not even bothering to close it.