In an upstairs window, Martha Wright watched the snatching of her one and only daughter. Two silhouetted figures dressed all in tight black. One female, one male. Creeping up behind Maisie and sliding the tight leather hood over her head. The male figure holding the terrified girl in a bear hug from behind whilst the woman casually tightened the hood. No eye holes in the hood, Just a few holes, like pin holes around the nostrils for her to breathe through. Then her arms being pulled behind her, wrists snapped together with wrist ties. It took all of Martha's resolve and willpower not to open the window she was looking through and shout to her daughter as the shadowy figures had crept up behind her. The heart rending pang of guilt that she didn't do that was almost crippling. She had thought better of that option. NeoN would see her crucified if she interfered in any way with their flow of things. What had astounded Martha as she witnessed the taking of her daughter was that she put up no resistance at all. There was no initial scream. Or no attempt to fight the intruders off at all. It was as though the shock had been so all encompassing that she had been paralysed immediately. What can poor Maisie have thought as that leather hood was being secured around her head and face. She must have been mortified with terror. Martha stood back from the window slightly then as the girl was bundled into the back of a blacked out PSV and driven away. It was the last Martha saw of her daughter. It was the last she would ever see of her. At least, the last she would see her as she remembered her.