"Kids?" Trish repeated, and felt a pang in her stomach as she thought of her niece - Madison. What had happened to her? Was she even alive? Henry and his sick and twisted father had taken her before, they could do it again couldn't they?
"Are we..." her voice trailed off for a second as she tried to think of a way to word her question. "Are we safe here?"
To her safe meant away from Henry, even though it killed her to think all her friends and family might not be. For all she knew they could all be dead, they all could have been killed in gruesome ways like her father...
"Sorry, that's a stupid question, isn't it? There is no such thing as safe, is there?"