While Tom was still in his memories, Estella wrenched herself out of his grip, and ran away. She had run to the end of the street when she turned the corner, and saw it. It must be. The Lion must have sent it to her! It was a door. A large, musty oak door. At one look, you could tell that it must be hundreds of years old. Now since Estella knew the town backwards and forewords and that she had never seen the door before, she knew it must have been sent by the Lion. She took a step closer, and reached out to turn the knob. The knob was shaped in a lamb's head. Estella grasped it, and turned it. Suddenly, a low, threatening laugh came behind her. "You'll never get away. Even if I have to kill you." Estella whirled around to see her father. Instead of the rope, he was holding the same silver knife in his hand. Rage took control of Estella so fast that she herself was shocked. He killed my mother. He should die for that. He should be tortured and beaten to see how he likes it. I hate him! As soon as she had finished, she suddenly felt once again the warm breath upon her. The kindness and love came flooding back. She remembered. She felt like the Lion was suddenly trying to say something to her, even though she could not see him. Then, it hit her. Why, He wants me to forgive him! Estella turned and looked at her father. His eyes were bloodshot, and he could barely keep his head up. His left shoe had broken through, and toes stuck out. He had lost several pounds, even though he was still a heavy man. How is I can feel pity for this man, even through all the things he has done to me? He looks broken down; even almost ready to give up on life….I'm not the only one who needs love. Tears sprang to her eyes. She truly felt sorry for this man! "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't forgiven you all these years. I was wrong. Will you forgive me?" Estella finished, wiping her tears away. Tom Smith looked at his daughter with shock-filled eyes. Then that passed, and anger replaced it. "I don't know what your talking about, girl. Now listen up. Either you come with me, or I kill you. Your pick." Estella shook her head. "Sorry, Dad, but I choose neither. You see, there is another option. Freedom." "No, there isn't! You do what I say, girl!" Tom finished, yelling, then lunging at her. Estella walked halfway through the doorway, then stopped and turned and looked at Tom. "By the way, my name isn't "Girl" as you like to call me. It's Estella." With that, she stepped through the door.
As soon as she had stepped in the door, she felt a cool breeze in the darkness, as though she were in a cellar. The ground still felt like the one she had been standing on moments before she had stepped in. She listened, partly because she expected her father to come in after her. The other reason she listened, was because she wanted to hear something. Yes, she wanted to hear His voice. But, she heard nothing. Suddenly, without warning, she felt a wave of something come over her. It is hard to describe; it didn't quite feel like air or wind, but it didn't quite feel like anything else, either. I guess it was something between a liquid, and air. Anyway, the wave of this odd thing swept over Estella. Her hair blew like in a strong wind-very strong. Her eyes closed against the force, and she felt herself in seemingly slow motion being lifted in the air, laying down. It was like she was laying on a waterbed. Then suddenly, the darkness went away, and behind her closed eyelids, she saw light approaching. She tried so hard to get her eyes to open, but they would not. Then at last, she felt herself being lowered on the ground. She expected the hard, cold cobblestones. But instead, she was laying on something pokey. Finally, she opened her eyes.