"Joanna? Joanna?"

Joanna blinked.

"How do you feel?"

Joanna did not say a word.

"How do you feel Joanna."

The doctor's tone was a little more demanding.

"Headache. Violent headache."

Joanna muttered.

"Ok. You're in Broadmoor now."


Joanna was still concussed, but there had been no long-term damage to her brain.

"You're in Broadmoor Hospital where you will be serving your life sentence on a high security unit, with an extra five years."


Gracious thank yous to all that reviewed and enjoyed this story. There may be a sequel coming, but I am very busy at the moment.