Lora finally takes a moment to relax. She's warm, outta wet

and dirt and on her way to being rescued.

The man just keeps his eyes on the road.

The Jeep arrives and parks at the modest compound detached

from the rest of the world.

A house - solid one, of bricks and pretty spacy from what it

looks from the outside in befriended by a small dog shed and

some hooded, chopped woods, calmly awaiting winter.

Rain has stopped by now, compound is a mix of wet grass and

mud.

Its surroundings are somewhat an awe-inspiring view. It's

positioned unusually high, taking the summit of a ridge,

sort to speak.

Lora carefully observes the location. She almost immediately

spots the dog shed.

Lora turns to the man.

Lora carefully exits the jeep. The man follows from the

driver side.

He notices Lora's anxiety.

Lora and the man enter. She immediately removes his jacket

while scanning the place.

It's a common country house, far away from any luxury but as

suspected, fairly spacy, and equipped.

Lora follows the man moving through the dense hall. She

stops hearing the steps approaching.

From one angle man's WIFE appears to hold the BABY tight in

her arms. She's curious as she looks frightened by looking

at Lora.

Lora issues a tiny smile to both.

The woman does not react to Lora's friendliness. She just

keeps on staring, staying on alert.

Lora looks around for the man who has meanwhile disappeared

from the place.

Lora is half-naked, bra only washing herself rigidly leaning

over the sink.

She rests for a moment looking at her reflection in the

mirror.

She bursts into cry, but is trying to keep it down.

Someone KNOCKS at the door.

Lora pulls her shirt on and carefully peeks outside.

It's the wife bringing her clean clothes.

The wife just gazes at her. In a swift movement when handing

over the clothes to her, she slightly grabs Lora by the

wrist while trying to pull her.

Lora does not react, not recognizing the meaning behind

this.

The wife backs up.

Lora starts changing her clothes.

Lora, the man, and his wife sit along at an oversized dinner

table. One cannot tell if this is a dining room or kitchen.

Food is placed, nothing of luxury but enough to choose from.

Lora is now wearing her new, country clothes somewhat

resembling the wife across her.

Her face is trouble-free.

All quiet around the table. Lora eats with appetite doing

her best to lower her ravenous.

The man is slowly sipping from his spirit drink. The wife is

not eating at all. Just awaiting the man's reactions.

The man nods. Lora stands up, when...

Trying her best not to panic, Lora moves straight to the

exit door.

She tries it. It's locked. Two more doors on her sides - one

on the left - small, customized door to her right and a

regular bedroom door to her left.

She tries both. Both are locked.

She slowly moves to the vintage land phone situated next to

the wall.

She picks up the receiver, and moves it close to her ear.

No sound at all. She checks the back of the phone. Line cord

is unplugged.

Lora leans down to try to plug it in when she spots it's

actually cut down to half.

Raising back, she startsle when she notices the man is

standing right next to her.

Lora backs up.

He starts moving toward Lora as she backs up even more to

the doors.

Lora seeing there's no way out, appeals to the man.