*Tom*
I am happy it was the heavy wooden cutting board I grabbed, because when I turn, lifting it as a shield, the big knife hacks into it. "What the fuck !"

The guy is wearing a ski mask, making it impossible for me to see who he is, not that it matters so much right now, clearly he wants me dead.

"Shit !" He grunts, pulling at the knife, which is stuck in the wood.

"Oh no you don't". I pull the cutting board back, then slam it forward as hard as I can, hitting him in the face and making him stumble back.

Another grunt under the mask, and his hand flies up to what I guess is his nose, Damn I hope it is broken ... badly.

I throw away the cutting board and run for the door, my mind flashing with words like 'Why ?' 'How ?' And 'That bastard Dan'.

Sadly for me my assailant apparently isn't as hurt or shaken as I hoped for, and right before I reach the door my legs are pulled from under me, sending me tumbling.

For a second everything flashes before my eyes, my past, my future and weird flashes of things that might have been had I chosen a different path. I am sure this is when I die.

As I land I roll over, lifting my arms to protect myself from the knife, but realising he hasn't gone to get it.

Before I can do anything else he hammers a fist into my diaphragm, and as I did not expect that at all it knocks all air out of me, making me feel like I am gonna choke and puke at the same time.

And then I am choking as sinew strong hands close around my throat, pressing hard.

The fear doesn't hit me for real before now, I simply didn't have the time, but as it truly hits it is cribbing. I am going to die, here on the cold floor in a foreign country. I will never see Willa again, or Will, my family and friends ... I will never meet our little nuggings.

I feel tears stream down my face as I desperately try to hit and push at the man on top of me, but the lack of oxygen makes my attempt rather futile and he just grins down at me.

My vision is blurry and it is like darkness is drawing in, spots dancing for my eyes. My lungs are desperately screaming for air. No this can't be it ... I am not ready to die.

And then, just as my last door is closing, a window springs open as he moves slightly for a better grip, probably wanting to finish me off.

I gather every last drop of energy and power in my body, slamming my knee up and hoping it isn't just a very masculine woman. The pained sound and the fact that he lets go, rolling up into a fetus position tells me it is indeed a man.

Gasping for air I roll up on my hands and knees, I would have loved to just lay there for a couple or minutes, or hours ... but I know I need to move fast.

At first I consider running, get outside and call the police, but I realise that this guy probably won't talk, and I would be held up at the station having to tell everything over and over ... something is telling me I need to get home.

Quickly I find an electric cord, pulling it from the wall and ripping it off the lamp. Then I grab the guy, pulling his arms on the back and tying them there.

"Let's see who this is". I grab the mask and pull it off. It's a rather young guy and not someone I know, so another paid minion I assume. "Who hired you ?"

He just shakes his head, looking stubbornly at me.

"Seriously dude, you are no longer in charge here ... speak". To be honest I do not mind at all putting pressure on him to make him talk. "It would be best for yourself".

"No". He shakes his head.

Okay I am not really proud of this, but I grab him where I just kneed him, putting on some pressure, making him whimper in pleasure. "Do you have plans of ever having kids ? Or ever having sex again ? Start talking then".

He shakes his head and I clench my fist, making him whimper.

"Last change buddy, who hired you ?" I try to sound as menacing as possible.

"Okay, just stop please". He begs.

I raise an eyebrow. "Talk !"

*Willa*
I slump down on the couch, I really hope Tom will be home soon, maybe that can cheer Will up. He seems to be in a dark hole and nothing I do apparently helps. It hurt seeing my boy like this.

Thinking of Tom I realise that I haven't heard from him today, but I am guessing he is just busy on set. I know he is trying to get done early, even if he keeps telling me not to expect him before next week.

I can't wait to have him home, not only for Will, I miss him like crazy, and part of me wants to tell him to never go away for work again, but I know it wouldn't be fair to ask that of him.

Suddenly there is a sound of glass breaking, and I sit up straight. "Will ?"

Of course he isn't answering me, he is in his room, moping, so it also couldn't be him breaking glass. Was it outside ?

I get up, but don't get far before I see a dark shadow on the doorway, they are shrouded in shadows so I can see who it is and I hopefully say. "Tom ?"

"Guess again darling".