her eyes searched the ground for any possible hope of rescue . `` when did you start to hunt your own kind ? '' the holiday , she thought , had come to an end . i forgot , there 's something i need to pick up at the drugstore . '' next to the check was the phone he 'd given her , and the reason that she had left it was obvious . only he had come back , and now here he stood-hard , coldly angry , still hating her for which she had done to him . 