“And where could she run too now?” she wondered frantically, her mind racing in a blur to find the answer to that very question.  Giving a frustrated sound she kicks a plant over with her foot and hurries out into the blackness, unable to prevent the fat droplets of rain from dampening her hair and clothes in her dash to the car.  Fumbling with the keys, she drops them, watching helplessly as they bounce to the ground and behind the tire.