Elizabeth gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brandy drinker with strong arms and brunette hair. Once, she had even helped a shy owl recover from a flying accident.
Peter approached the window with what looked like a big knife, Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She decided to run to the kitchen to defend herself before calling the police.
Elizabeth could here a knock at the door and then a sudden crash, Peter was letting himself in, "where are you?" he screamed.
Elizabeth could tell that the police would not be able to save her on time