After a while I realised I should be doing something better than lying here, crying. That was no way to solve things. I looked down at Frank, hardly visible down in the canyon. There was only one thing to do, and I had to do it quickly.

I ran back to where Frank and I had come from, followed the trail untill I came back to the car. I got in and drove home as fast as my old car could. It was already dark when I got home. I turned on the lights and dove into the closets and cabinets. Soon, a pile of clothes, sleepingbags and our small tent filled the bedroom. The clothes I packed into a bag, the sleepingbags and the tent I threw straight into the car. Then I tried to rest for a couple of hours, before I had to get back in the car.

At three in the night, I decided I had to get going. I couldn't be sure how long Frank would be unconscious, so I hurried to get to the car. I felt immensely tired when I turned the keys in the ignition. This was no life for a woman in the prime of her life! I moaned softly. Suddenly, I longed for my bed, hugs from Frank and making love in the dark. Maybe a lit candle, maybe a glass of wine. That was so far from the truth, that tears came into my eyes.

“I can stop this myself.” I whispered in the silence of the night. “Yes, I can.” I started the engines. I had to keep on lying for a little bit longer, but then, I swore to myself, I'll never, ever do this stupid murderthing again. It felt good, so I shook off the fatigue and started driving. Again, I drove for more that two hours, untill I came to the familiar parkingspot. Of course it was deserted.

I grabbed the sleepingsbags, the tent and the bag of clothes. It was heavy and clumsy to carry, and I tried clumsily to hold them in a more comfortable way. I locked the car, and started walking. The sun was just rising, so I could see a bit better where I went then before.

Panting and sweating I came to the place where Frank had fallen down. Well, fallen... anyway, I started to search for a place where I could climb down. I followed the path for a while, but there was no way down. I started to get nervous, and left my stuff behind to be able to walk faster. After a while, that seemed like hours, I found a steep and small path that winded itself downward along the canyonwall. I went back to get the luggage, and hurried down the canyon. Sometimes one of the bags' handles got stuck behind some brush, and I nervously pulled it loose. In the deep shadows I couldn't see very well, and I twisted my ankles on some stupid rocks. But finally, I got down.

While the light got brighter and brighter, I carefully found my way through the canyon. I felt very nervous, because it'd taken me way too long to get to Frank. Suddenly, I heard some noise. I kneeled behind a tree, and then I saw someone with a bright blue sweater. He was sitting on the ground, shivering.