Word Count: 6,127
Summary of Events:
Attending her Great Aunt's funeral, Keeleigh noticed a woman who looked uncannily like her deceased Great Aunt, but wasn't her last living great aunt, which left her baffled. Olga was distracted from her reading by her oldest brother arriving home with news that the Germans and Soviets had signed a pact that — according to him — meant that one of the two intended to attack Poland, which distressed her and sent her fleeing back to her book. Keeleigh tried not to think about the woman at the funeral at her work, which was helped by a couple approaching her station; when the wife left, however, the man started to chase Keeleigh with intent to do things Keeleigh wasn't interested in . . .
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"Kathy stepped toward him and tried to engage him, but Keeleigh could tell her efforts were going to be nothing but futile; she just had to hope that he could be drawn far enough away from the door that she could get out without getting caught.
"I'm not interested in what you're doing," the man said. "I'm interested in guiding this young lady back to her little sod house."
Keeleigh held her place as the man started toward her, despite Kathy's valiant efforts to try and distract him with something, anything.
Once he got close enough to her and far enough from the door Keeleigh bolted. The man shouted and, unfortunately, was hot on her heels. Kathy and Olivia followed him out of the door, but stopped there, looking rather helpless.
Keeleigh ran as fast as she could toward the next station. It was — fittingly, Keeleigh had to admit — the station where the live pigs were kept.
She was close enough to make out two people, but not to be able to identify who they were, when a hand seized her shoulder and she was abruptly halted.
The man put his mouth to her neck and kissed her. Keeleigh screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled against the man's hold, only to have him bare his teeth and sink them into her neck, as if he was going to hold her there by his mouth alone.
Instantly the two people launched into action, one of them — whom Keeleigh was quickly, gratefully, able to identify as Brett — vaulted over the fences like an Olympic hurdler, while the other figure, Nate, went around.
Brett peeled the man's hands off of her without a word, and she quickly pulled away from the man's mouth as Nate ran up. Keeleigh stepped toward him slowly and shakily.
"Pretend you're my husband, please," she whispered in Ukrainian.
Nate pulled her close against him, which she appreciated, as she was sure she wouldn't have been able to stay standing much longer if she'd been left on her own.
"Just what do you think you're doing sir?" Nate asked, looking quite unimpressed.
"I wasn't doing anything," the man replied indignantly. "She completely misinterpreted my actions."
"We shall see what there's to be said about that," Brett said coldly, pushing the man ahead of him.
"Your pretend police constable can't do anything to me," the man said.
"What pretend police constable?" Brett asked. "We don't have a pretend police constable. We only have real ones."
"Are you okay?" Nate whispered in Ukrainian.
Keeleigh shook her head, tears pricking at her eyes suddenly.
"Should we call your parents?" Nate asked.
Keeleigh nodded.
Nate gently guided her around and started her after Brett and the man, who continued to discuss the legitimacy of any police that might be present at the Village. Keeleigh felt completely shaken and hoped that the next place they would be heading was the gift shop where the RCMP would be called, and that they wouldn't spend any time pretending to summon the RNWMP."
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