B has been taken hostage by Dan-Dan and his evil associates . . . who include her father, but someone is coming to her rescue . . .

"What's wrong, Daddy dearest?" I simper. "Oh, that's right, you can't beat me up any more, can you? Unless you want to go get a plank to hammer me over the head with."

"Don't say such things," he croaks, sitting again, looking on the verge of tears.

"Why not?" I shout. "You never gave a damn about me really. And what happened to Mum? You haven't mentioned her. If you're such a big family man, that's the first thing you would have told me. Go on, Dad, let me have it. Did you look for her? Did she even cross your mind?"

"Of course she did," he yells. "She was my wife. I loved her."

"And?" I whisper when he doesn't continue, fearing the worst, sure he's going to tell me he couldn't find her or that she was dead when he got there. Instead he shocks me.

"She's here," he mumbles.