He ran into the room, his heart poundinf, and his clothes soaking wet. He had never felt sich all consuming fear as when he had walked into her bedroom to find her gone.

His darling, his little one, the part of him that was part of his wife as well. His Bella.

The ransom note was pretty standard so the police said. £5000000 pounds. Non sequential. Not marked.

He had the money, so he got it together and walked to the meet.

They got the money, but his Bella wasn't there. He heard no more from the kidnappers.

The police were sympathetic, said they would do all they could, said they would find her. I didn't beleive them.

It started to rain as I walked home. All that was left of my sweet Sally and she was gone.

I started to run as the rain fell harder, for miles till I reached my door. And then I saw it, through the water, a blue scarf, the one my sweet Bella had been wearing. The door to the outhouse was open.

I kept running. I through open the door and tehre she was, curled up around the hosepipe with her favorite doll.

The ransom had been a fake. I took her in my arms. groggily she looked at me I