He lowered his binoculars, a smile forming on his lips. He’d finally seen her again. It had taken all his strength not to go into the police station when they took her in. He was starting to lose his patience. It had been six years, but a little more time wouldn’t hurt, he told himself. He looked back at Katrina again. She looked so lovely in her red silk pajamas, an excellent color on her. She looked a little tired and concerned to him, his beautiful Katrina. He wondered what had her worried. It was time for her to get some rest. He knew she wouldn’t be coming back to her apartment anytime soon, but that was okay by him. No matter where she went, he would be there. He was her Guardian after all.