Then, one morning, almost six months after he was taken hostage i woke up in the morning, and i didnt hear any sounds whatsoever. I look at the trails, i couldnt see anyone walking around. It was sort of like a light bulb moment. This might be it. He washed his clothes, hung them up. Eyes darting two little voices working in his mind. One was saying, you should run. Another is saying you should stay. I was terrified. The other one knew what was waiting for me out there was much better. My own freedom. I proceeded to walk to the edge of the house, and i looked at the creek, and around the side, and i could see no one. Nothing, no movement. After that, i just bolted. Kevin knew as many 14 year olds do that Water Obliterates footprints might hide his route of escape. So, with his Heart Heart pounding and his Ears Training for the sounds of sewers, he picked his way down the Creek Bed and into the jungle. And then he heard it, the bird call. It wasnt just a bird. This was more of an alert