I will not let them take my life away.

Let's travel back all the way back guys,

all the way back to Pearson Street,

but now let's use her perspective.

Sunday, December 18th, 1994, early morning hours, 1 a.m. She was looking for that. on That was what she called her her car and she had a very bad feeling she parks under this old tree and she was kind of gonna make a run for it but she didn't see anyone and then all of sudden he was there then suddenly he was there I had just turned off Reginald's engine

inflict off the lights it was so routine I did it all in one swift movement as I

reached over the passenger seat to gather up the pile of clean

laundry I had just picked up at Kim's, I felt a gush of warm air as the car door

next to me was wrenched open.

Allison fills that knife on her neck.

She describes it as cold and spiny.

And as he jerked my car out to the street,

I wondered if I would be able to jump out, do it, do it, a voice screamed inside my head,

but I couldn't take that chance. I felt strangely immobilized, aware that although this man appeared to become and looked so ordinary, there was a menacing

edginess brimming below.

The man turned the key to the ignition.

Allison at this point, like you just heard, could probably jump out but she's in complete

shot this man speeds away he's fumbling for the lights that's how we know all this stuff

fumbling for the lights eventually eventually he screams at her,

where does the lights?

She points to him.

He lights a cigarette up and then he's speeding away.

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