Cigarette smell in the lift.
Locking her door, she greeted her cat but Minou wasn't co-operating.
She sensed a presence in the flat and her mood changed. Cigarettes again. A sound from her bedroom. A phone?
A man smiling menacingly, on her duvet.
A scream was trapped in her throat, her efforts to release it pathetic. She ran to her door, realising in despair that it was locked.
Screaming now. A rough hand on her mouth, a cloth with strong chemicals.
Colette lost consciousness. No hope of escape from this nightmare!