Part 1

Fortunately for me, when I was set free and escaped while being taken to custody, the four guys, along with the mounted Officers, nearly reached the Police Station with me when they needed to use a restroom to pee.

“Oh dear! I need to pee!” One of the four guys said. “So do I,” one of the Officers responded. “Me too! I really need to pee!” Echoed the others among the four guys and Officers.

Along the road, they halted their horses beside a bar to dismount and enter the bar to access the restroom themselves. However, there was one Officer who did not need to go. “Alright, let's get down to pee!” One Officer suggested. “Where?” One of the four guys asked. “Inside the bar in front of us,” the Officer replied. “Let's secure the horses so we can enter,” he added. “I don't need to go!” Another Officer stated. “You all go in; I'll wait for you outside!” He told them. “Okay, that's fine!”

“We’ll enter the bar without you, alright!” They agreed. “But keep an eye on our Prisoner!” They cautioned the Officer one after another.

Meanwhile, I remained on horseback, anxious about the possibility of spending the night in jail.

And while the four men and other Officers were inside the bar, I was myself alone with an Officer and the horses. Suddenly, I heard a voice whisper, “Psst!”, right behind my ear. I softly asked, “Who said that?” and turned around. Indeed, it was Honeycherley, who appeared before me as if she were flying.

“Honeycherley! What brings you here?” I asked her.

“Relax! I'm here to rescue you!” Honeycherley responded. “What? What if you get caught?”

“You could get hurt, you know!” I expressed my concern. “Are you alone?” I asked her again. “No! Everyone is here!” Honeycherley assured me. “Who?” I pressed.

“My fellow sisters and your girlfriend,” she replied. “Shh! Let's hurry!” Honeycherley urged as she began to untie my hands. Just then, as Honeycherley was working on my restraints, the Officer and I heard a loud voice exclaim,

“Hey? You?” The Officer shouted, “Who said that?”, “Was it you?”.

He turned to me and asked me, “Was it you?”. “Sir! Didn't you hear a woman's voice?” I responded and acted like my hands weren’t untied.

“I'm not a woman, sir!” I clarified the Officer. Then, we heard the same voice call out again, louder this time, “Help me! Somebody, help me!”.

When the Officer looked down the road, he spotted a young woman on the ground, struggling to rise.

“Oh! Someone needs assistance!” He exclaimed. “You stay here while I'm going to help the woman on the ground,” the Officer instructed me.

“Alright, no problem! Do your job, sir!” I replied.

Without hesitation, the Officer dismounted his horse and approached the woman lying on the ground, unaware that it might be a trick devised by Stephayella to aid in my escape as well.