THATS WHAT SCARES ME IS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW SHE GOT OUT OF THAT CAGE.
THE DOOR WAS STILL CLOSED AND SHE COULD NOT HAVE SQUEEZED THROUGH THOSE BARS. IF ONLY I COULD SEE A GLIMPSE OF HER AND KNOW THAT SHES ALL RIGHT. ITS THE WORRYING THAT DEPRESSES ME THE MOST.