She didn’t enter the establishment but stood, in a frozen stance of anticipation, in the doorway, her eyes quickly scanning the area in the hope of seeing someone or something. She saw nothing but the feeling of being watched persisted. She walked briskly without moving her head to the left or the right, nor did she look behind her. Standing in the darkness looking out at the street below, she lit a cigarette to ease her fear. Alicia was a very occasional smoker who only really smoked during times of stress, and at that moment she was both frightened and stressed.