The next question that ran through my mind was how to escape the house. The men in the kitchen were evidently speaking about me for their hushed tones.

I realised that it probably wouldn't be too long before they came up to check I was still asleep. That meant I needed to act fast.

The front door would make too much noise if I were to open it, so I crept into the front room. The windows invited me forward, but I knew I must be careful.

However, to my utter despair, I could find no key. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest, that I was sure they must have heard it from the other room. I knew now what I had to do.