A matter of 200 yards just a couple of football fields away. Ironic that's how far the walk to my chair was.I counted the steps replaying the memory over and over again.I still remember bone white stone path contrasting against the many reds and greens of the autumn grass field. The cool mist lingeries under the distant trees. Just among the trees was the house i had been casing.i would come here every night and check the activity in the house. I had taken photos and made notes detailing all that i fond out. If anyone read my notes they would know my intentions. But here i am surcome to my fate and no one would be here for me.