"Anna?" Alasdair slowly called out, stretching forth his hands as he began taking slow steps towards her who was tightly pressing Rob beneath her weight.

"No! N..o! Don't come close!" She yelled, now pointing the pair of scissors towards Alasdair who immediately raised his hands in surrender.

Rob would have used the opportunity to escape from under her clutches. He knew how dangerous that was going to be and he wasn't willing to risk his life.

He held his breath as he prayed to his ancestors. No! He had to continue their generation. He was the only hope of his family and he couldn't die in the hands of Anna....