Marsha got off at Percy Road, a quiet street 500 yards from her home. It was 12.17am and she headed off into the well-lit streets alone. She would have turned left into Priory Road, where she lived with her parents, sisters and brother at No 88. Now, 100 yards from her own doorstep, there is a mountain of flowers and soft toys in memory of her. Last night her father, Phil, 53, was there, paying silent tribute to his daughter, victim of a seemingly motiveless attack.