"Who was the woman? Do you know where she is?"
Williams heard Vincent's question and he nodded, "I didn't get a clear image of what she looks like." He answered but Vincent fired him with another question.
"Did you meet her after that day?"
"No, I didn't and I didn't even dare to look for her in case my life gets ruined the more." Williams admitted, "But I guess whoever she was, she would have died a long time ago. Her injuries were much worse than a soldier on a battlefield."
Vincent sighed in frustration. He felt uneasy hearing this story and a part of him wanted to find who the woman was by all means. It didn't matter if she was dead or not as long as he knew her identity, he just felt that it would stop this burning uneasiness within him. But now, how was he going to find her?
