When the call came in that something had happened down at the old Mill, Abby was stunned. First that poor murdered girl and now this!" she said out loud to herself, as she hung up the phone. "Why do these things always seem to happen on my watch?!"

Cal and Colleen had a much needed night off, and Libby was out somewhere – probably giving that fine looking man that stood her up a piece of her mind, knowing Libby... so it was up to Abby to report on this tragic event.

The Mill had caught fire, Alistair was inside and was now said to be in critical condition in the Coffs hospital... and another unknown resident of the Glen had pulled him out of the fire. That man, too, lay in the hospital, suffering from toxic smoke inhalation. This was nearly too much for Abby to bear.

She sat back in her chair, placing both hands over her eyes, wondering why God would let something so tragic happen to one of his own like this. Alistair... beautiful, caring, loving Reverend Alistair Harris... definitely a pillar in this community... who had lost his first wife so tragically and was just now picking up the pieces and moving on with his new wife, Ahnna...

"Oh no! Ahnna...poor, poor Ahnna!" Abby cried aloud, thinking about how just recently Ahnna had lost her only sister to that murderer.

Abby took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Finally, pulling herself together, she sat at her computer and got to work on the days edition of the Glen Times.