She relayed the course of events of the night for what would be the first of many times that night, but ultimately there was nothing extraordinary about the events of the night, other than her own gut feelings. One thing that she had never forgotten after the war, was how important it was to trust her instincts. They were usually right. And she was certain someone had been following her, and that person was most certainly not a fan. Well, at least not one with good intentions. 