Sam had been hiding under a trap door for 3 days and the Nazi guards had given up finding her and reported that she was dead and that they found her body. Sam seized this chance and escaped the extermination camp at night when the search lights moved away from her position.

Danny was in his office when a soldier burst in.

'Mr Fenton.'

'Yes.' Danny stood up.

'I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first.'

'The good news please.'

'Well, your son has been deported to Oscar Shindler's factory.' the officer reported. Danny breathed out.

'And the bad news?' Danny breathed.

'I'm sorry to say that your wife is dead. She died trying to escape Auschwitz. They searched for 3 days until they found they found a body. I'm so sorry. I know she was Jew, but at least she tried.'

All the colour in Danny's face was drained. He flopped back onto his chair.

'How long was she there for?'

'She was there for a week, well 2 days if you exclude the 3 days she was missing.'

'So, my son is safe?'

'Well, for now. I'm sorry Fenton.' and the soldier left Danny crying on his desk. Danny looked up and decided to make his way to Shindler's factory.

Sam was in the woods and she found a hut where there were clothes. She put a dark black skirt and white blouse on. Then she put a navy blazer on; she also noticed that they were German clothes and there was no Star of David. She was safe, well for now.

Sam made her way to the train station and got on the baggage carriage to Switzerland, where her son was situated.

Frederick had just finished cleaning out the tank with about 30 other jewish children, when Shundler came to him.

'Son?'

'Yes Sir?' Frederick said. He was terrified that he would be taken back to Aushwitz.

'I have some bad news for you.'

'Please Sir, don't send me back to that horrible place. Please Sir.'

'You won't be going back son. I'm sorry to say that I have recieved news that your mother, Samantha Fenton, who I was unable to employ, has died in Auschwitz. 2 days ago. They found her body 3 days after the dissapearence. I'm sorry son. But, apparentley, your father is on his way.

'Mama.' Frederick whispered and then he pulled a small locket out of his shirt. He opened it to see one one side, his father standing proud and handsome and on the otherside, his mother sitting beautifully. Her hair was down and she was hugging Frederick. They were laughing and were in their home.

Tears rolled down Fredericks face as he looked at his mother. His only mother, that loved him and would die for him.

'She's in heaven now and she'll be your guardian angel.'

'I want my Mama!' Freddy cried and he fell to the floor.

'Go to your dormatory Fenton.' Oscar said softly.

'You mean your letting me off?'

'Just for today. You work tomorrow and the day after is the Sabbath is it not?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Go.' Oscar said and he pushed Frederick in the direction of his dormitary.