Landa woke up with a yank, he's eyes wandered around the dark room. He knew he was alone, but still he could feel her presence, somewhere in the shadows. He laid his head back down on the warm pillow, trying to fall back to sleep. But the dream had left him anxious and almost frightened.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget her face. Those eyes, brown and cold. Those lips, red and plump with a wicked grin on them. Her slender body that yet had those wonderful feminine curves he adored so much.

Everything came back to haunt him, he knew it would some day.

When the early morning sun found their way thru the many curtains, Landa was already awake.

He rubbed his restless eyes and tried to focus on the assignment of the day.

Weak and weary, he dressed in silence with the dream still fresh in his mind.

He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing he looked like a wreck; tired eyes, pale skin. He knew he was more handsome then this, though he didn't have to time to care right now. He was already late for work when he slipped into his black leather coat and grabbed his cap.

While outside, he suddenly stopped on the sidewalk. The sight of a familiar face met his eyes.

He froze in fright, not daring to move as the sight came closer, walking towards him slowly, the movements almost mesmerizing.

For a short second he closed his eyes, hoping she would be gone by the time he would open his eyes again. Almost fearful, he looked down the street, she was gone. He thought he might look like a fool, stadning on the sidewalk with closed eyes. But he didn't care. The sight of her had frightened him.

How he wish Hermann had been here right now to pick him up, to climb into safety in the back of the car. But today he had to walk to the headquarters since Hermann had announced himself sick.

Landa shook his head, determined a silly sight of the woman wouldn't scare him. A man called "The Jew Hunter" couldn't possibly be frightened by a woman. So he began to walk down the street.

As he entered the headquarters he immediately steered his steps to his office. Safety at last, he thought. He sunk down in his leather chair, his body feeling heavy and worn. The big pile of paperwork in front of him didn't exactly make him feel any better.