He left. I started untying Heather with a speed I thought I could never possess.

“We don’t have enough time.”

Heather looked at me gratefully.I took out the piece of cloth in her mouth, and she murmured a thanks. I grabbed her hand and we raced down the stairs. On the first floor though, we saw Nathan.

“You didn’t really think that I would trust you, did you? I know you hate her, but the darn sentiment came in your way. She was nice to you when you were there. There wasn’t even that for me.”

Heather started shouting, but in vain. Without our noticing, it had turned to 11:00 at night. There wasn’t a soul on the streets, and the security guard was as good as dead. We ran upstairs, to the 3rd floor. He followed us, and almost caught up because of his height. I thought before that he was crazy, and I saw now that he really was. One of the workers had left a handsaw on the floor, and I grabbed it as a weapon. I held it in front me threateningly. I don’t know how it happened, it was an accident, you could say.