Phoebe woke up from a twenty-minute nap. She had a restless night, not to mention she woke up in more pain then she had yesterday. The door open and in walked Phoebe's rapist, that's right, he was now her rapist. "I brought you some water," he put the cup on the ground, turned around and walked out the room, shutting the door behind him. Phoebe heard him open and close the front door as well. He was leaving to go somewhere; this was Phoebe's chance to escape, but how.
After racking her brain for some kind of escape plan, Phoebe recalled watching a movie where this woman purposely dislocated her thumb and was able to slip her hand out of the handcuffs. She pushed, and shoved, and tugged, but she couldn't dislocate her thumb. She began whacking the thumb joint she was trying to dislocate at the wall. Ouch! Oh, there was a sudden surge of excruciating pain, which meant she succeeded in dislocating her thumb. She slipped the cuff over her hand. However, Phoebe had no clue as to how to get it back in its socket. She felt that she could put up with the pain for the time being. Now, to get the cuffs off that were around her feet. She doubted that dislocating her foot would do any good. Phoebe suddenly remembered that she had some hairpins in her hair. She pulled one out and began trying to pick the locks on her feet. Click! Now she just had to get the other one off. Click! Nice, now to remove the other one that was on her other hand. Click! Phoebe ran to the window and pulled up the shades. She pushed and pushed, but there was no use, the window was stuck. Phoebe took off one of her shoes and broke the window. She rid the entire window of glass and then pushed most of the glass shards away from the window. Phoebe put her shoe back on and tried to hoist herself on the window ledge with her dislocated thumb. She swung her legs over the windowsill, jumped down, and was free. Phoebe was in a woods type are, she quickly found a road and ran on the outskirts of the road in the woods, incase her rapist came back.
After running for about three and a half hours, Phoebe saw a house. She ran up to the door and knocked on it. She waited for a couple of minutes, and then she heard someone fiddling around at the door. The door opened and a man in his early thirties walked out, "Oh my god! Are you okay? That was a stupid question; of course you aren't all right. Come in." He guided Phoebe into his house and into the den, on the sofa. "I'll call the police."
"Wait," Phoebe said. "Where am I?"
"Your in Sacramento, Oregon, why?"
"Morris, Captain wants to see you," someone called out. Oh great! Daryl thought. What could be wrong now? Daryl got up and headed towards the Captain's office. He knocked on the door.
"Come in," a very deep, muffled voice called out.
Daryl opened the door, walked in, closed the door and took a seat. "You wanted to see me Captain?" Daryl asked.
"There have been a couple of abductions up in Sacramento."
"What does that have to do with me, Captain?"
"It seems that a girl was abducted and escaped while her abductor was out. The girl ran to the nearest house she could find and told the guy whose house it was that her name was Phoebe Halliwell." Daryl just sat there in shock.