After that night Lucy was worse. She left her bed every night and here lovely face was white. I was afraid for her and locked the door at night. And I still did not hear from Jonathan. I was unhappy and did not sleep well myself, so one night I went for a walk alone. ‘Lucy will be all right,’ I thought. ‘The door is locked. She can’t get out, and no one can get in,’ But when I came back, I found Lucy by the open window. ‘Lucy!’ I cried. But she did not reply. She was asleep, and near her, just outside the open window, there was something black, like a big bird.