"When you say you saw her, I assume you mean in the literal sense?" I asked Fenny half hoping he had, in fact, seen her and half hoping it was the figment of an overactive imagination. Ever since we found our way out of the quagmire that started so many years ago Fenny had been known for letting his fears override his grip on reality. He would often swear we were being followed. Stalked. Fenny answered "As sure as I am sitting here. She saw me too. I know it, I just know it. What are we going to do? Christ! She saw me.. she did...". I interrupted here and spoke to Fenny in a quiet yet firm tone, "Ok. If she did, let's say she did see you. What? Did you she follow you? Is she outside the window? No? Of course she isn't. She isn't that dumb." I think I was trying to calm us both down. Storms follow some people. Some people create the storms. But Elle was the storm. And she didn't care who got caught in her destruct