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you remember any details?” He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter trying to pull memory from the corner of his mind, and then they flew open.
    “It’s a blur really. I was so distracted by the baby in my arms that I didn’t pay close attention to him.”
    He sighed, “Let’s not discuss this anymore. His loss was my gain. Don’t ever forget that. You should go back to bed. That is where I expect to find you in the morning, so please don’t make me nail your window shut, okay?” I nodded absentmindedly and my Dad got up and went back to his room.
    I lay in bed unable to sleep. This strange night was creeping its way up my neck refusing to let go of my head. I got up and walked to the window. Bracing myself, I opened the curtains. I expected to see the man with the black hair staring back at me, but there was nothing in my sights except wet grass, glistening from the moon. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, letting the moonlight wash over me.
    The taste of murky river water filled my mouth and I snapped my eyes open. It was him, the guy I dream about almost every night. It was the same blurry person from my drowning memory.
    After tonight, I still didn’t have a clear picture, only more mystery. Obviously lots of people have black hair, but I realize now why I ran into the woods without a second thought. I felt in my bones that it was him.
    The prowling, statuesque stance he took in the woods was so intense. He had instantly kicked my survival instincts into high red alert. Who was he, and what did he want? Had he been watching me for six years?
    Now I had this overwhelming feeling of dread wash over me when the most important question popped into my mind. Without delay all the hairs on the back my neck prickled. Was this stalker trying to help me, or hurt me? Despite the warm night my whole body shivered like ice.

Chapter 6: Moving
     
     
    The rest of the week had gone by since my inexplicable encounter in the woods. My Dad and I agreed to keep the incident between us for fear that my mother would wrap me in bubble packaging and hold me hostage in the house until I turned forty. Today my parents were driving me to the university where Kayla, Morgan and I would start our first semester of college. I was nervous and excited at the same time.
    On the one hand, I would be living in a new city with twenty times more people than our meager population back home. On the other hand, a man with black hair, who I now believed to be stalking me, might or might not be trying to kill me for reasons completely unknown. Why would anyone want to harm me? Had he been watching me for over six years? These thoughts had been tormenting me all week and sent an unnerving chill through my body. At least I had my friends moving with me. We would be living in the same dorm room and exploring the city together. There was safety in numbers. It gave me comfort.
    We arrived downtown where there were cars parked on every possible curb surrounding the six stories of our painted brick dorm building. After twenty minutes of circling the block, we finally parked at a meter and began hauling up our stuff over to the dorm building, up to the top floor.
    Following the orientation meeting, parents, students, and resident advisors congested the narrow hallways. The girls and I managed to cram our boxes in every possible crevice of our small dorm quarters. We unpacked for hours working through most of the day.
    Before our families departure we went out to an Indian restaurant near the Capital Square for a farewell dinner. The downtown square had a wonderful city feel with a vibrant atmosphere. Small, one of a kind boutiques and restaurants lined the streets with people spilling out onto the sidewalks.
    The capitol building looked like a smaller version of the White House; a tremendous dome topped with a gold statute. I couldn’t wait to familiarize myself with the boutiques and maybe stumble upon some new vintage jewelry pieces.
    An hour of