Deeper and deeper the travelled into the forest, stumbling further and further away from home. Susie became more and more afraid. She would never find her was back. As the long hours passed she gradually began to build up her courage. She reached out a hand towards bad Susie, Black Susie and touched her on the shoulder. Trembling she pulled on her until they stopped walking. She demanded that Susie Two turn and face her but Susie the Monster did nothing. She tugged on her shoulder until she forced her to turn. She had changed in the walk. Her face was drawn and there were bags under her eyes. She had lost weight and it looked like her hair was less full and vibrant. As Susie looked closer she could see scars on her arms and around her neck. This Susie scarred her, this Susie had the marks of all she thought. This Susie did not have the self control to stop herself from slipping through the cracks into the bad world under this one; the world that most people were only brave enough to slip a toe into. This Susie would embrace that world and hold it to her bosom and make it her own. Enough, enough! this Susie must be stopped. ‘Talk to me,’ she demanded but Susie stayed quiet. There was nothing for her to say. ‘Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,’ the diminishing Susie said as she laid down on the wet forest floor. She was so tired and Susie would not talk to her. As Old Susie clsoed her eyes she could see New Susie leaving without looking back. Susie, our heroine, carefully walked from the forest but not the same way she entered.