Abbie's legs ached as she struggled to walk up the stairs to her apartment. She couldn't even begin to process what had happened over the pass 48 hours. Abbie began patting her pockets, searching for her door key. She groaned wearily.

Abbie dropped her head against her door in sheer exhaustion. She had allowed Crane to drop her at the front of the building and go park the vehicle on his own. Crane had managed to get them home from the outskirts of Sleepy Hollow well enough, so she figured it was a calculated risk.

Just before Abbie reached for her phone to call Crane he appeared at the end of the hallway. "Do you have your key? I think I dropped mine in the depths of hell." Abbie's words were slightly slurred.

Crane strode across the hall to Abbie quickly. "Leftenant, I do wish you had allowed me to escort you to the hospital with Miss Jenny." Crane reached into his coat pocket and swiftly unlocked the door. He turned to wrap his left arm around Abbie's waist to assist her into the apartment.

"I'm fine Crane. Just a few scrapes, it could have been a lot worse. I just need a shower and some sleep." Abbie tried to kick off her boots with little success. Crane guided her to the sofa. Abbie dropped wearily onto the couch as Crane knelt to remove her boots, careful not to jostle her wounded legs. Crane paused to gaze at the rips in her jeans that were soaked in blood. He cleared his throat softly as he removed her left boot. "I almost lost you Miss Mi-, Abbie." Crane made no eye contact with Abbie as he spoke.

Abbie said nothing. She stared at the top of Crane's head as she thought about what had happened over the last two days.

***Two days prior****

Abbie hummed softly as they pulled up in front of Lacey's home. She recognized Lacey's father's vehicle in the driveway. She parked a few houses down. Abbie glanced over at Crane, "So what do you think? Do we risk the wrath of her father or sneak around back for a peek?"

"Leftenant, would it be entirely proper and legal for you to snoop about a civilians property with no warrant?" Crane's eyes scanned the street as he responded.

"Never seemed to bother you before," Abbie quipped. "Plus I am here in official witness capacity. Not as an officer of the law."

Crane seemed to weigh the options. "Let's try her mobile once more." Abbie opened her door to get out of the car as Crane began to dial Lacey again. Abbie walked to Crane's side of the vehicle to wait. He swung his door open, carefully not to hit Abbie.

"She's still not answering." Crane's voice hinted at a worry his outside demeanor did not show.

With no response, Abbie turned and began briskly walking up to Lacey's home. She gave the doorbell two quick jabs. Crane was a few paces behind her coming up the walk when the door flew open.

"Lacey!" Lacey's father stood at the door, eyes wet and red-rimmed. "You! You're the officer that was in my house with my daughter. Where is she? What did you do?" His words where tinged with desperation.

Abbie gazed past him into the house. It looked as if a tornado had swept through. The house had been ransacked. "Sir, May we come inside?" Abbie was already stepping through the threshold of the home. Crane was close on her heels.

Abbie spun in a slow circle taking in the state of the lower level of the home. Crane spoke first. "I don't believe we have the opportunity to be properly introduced. I am Ichabod Crane and this is Leftenant Abigail Mills." Crane gestured towards Abbie.

"John Dalton. Where is my daughter?" He's gaze was concentrated on Abbie who was now looking up the stairs, wondering if the damage was similar up there.

"Mr. Dalton, why would you assume that we know where your daughter is?" Abbie asked.

"The message on the wall upstairs has your names. TELL ME WHERE LACEY IS NOW!" John yelled the last of his words. He had obviously run out of patience.

Ignoring his rage, Abbie asked "What message?" Without waiting for a response she and Crane moved toward the stairs. Something was clearly very wrong here. John followed them up the stairs.

Abbie stopped outside of what she presumed to be Lacey's room. They hadn't stopped here the last time she and Crane had been inside the home. Lacey's room looked similar to the destruction downstairs. Her mattress had been flipped off the bed frame. Drawers had been yanked from the dresser and the clothes inside tossed haphazardly on the floor. Papers had been flung from her desk, her lamp had been knocked over. Glass was sprinkled across the desk where the bulb had shattered.

Crane pushed past Abbie and stepped into the bedroom. Turning in a full circle to view all of the damage. Crane stopped when he was facing Abbie who still stood in the doorway. "Miss Mills, look at the wall to your right." Crane's voice gave no indication of what Abbie would find.

Abbie stepped completely into the room and glanced at the wall Crane had pointed out.

Sequere nos in infernum.

It was painted on the wall in what appeared to be blood. The words were surrounded by different symbols. Crane had already retrieved a pencil and paper from the floor was replicating the words and symbols onto the page.

"Latin." Abbie said. She looked to Crane. " What's it mean?" She asked.

"Loosely translated, it means follow us into hell." Crane stood as he finished his sketch. He stepped toward the wall. He gingerly touched the words. His fingers came away tacky with blood.

"Whom or whatever took Miss Thomas couldn't have had her for long." He said to Abbie.

"Whatever took her?" John snapped from the doorway. "Who are you people? Not a chance you're just a cop. My daughter was fine! She was normal. Living a normal life until you people showed up. Then she was out all hours of the night and when she was home she was holed up in here reading all these occult books and going through her grandmothers things. That old witch." John gazed hard at Abbie and Crane.

Had it been any other family, Abbie would have assumed John just had the same general distain some men had for their mother in laws. In this case, John's description of an old witch was accurate.

"Mr. Dalton, have you already called this in to the station?" Abbie asked. Her assumption was that he had not. If a call this weird had come in, Irving would have called her in.

"No. There's nothing the police can do here. I would end up locked up like Lillian." John said, referencing Lacey's grandmother. "I've tried calling her aunt Lilah. She knows a lot about this kind of stuff." John gestured towards the wall. He's tone was even and the rage seemed to have petered out. "She hasn't answered yet."

Abbie cleared her throat softly. "Mr. Dalton, I am sorry to tell you this. But Lilah Thomas is dead. She was killed last week."

John's face showed shock and disbelief. "What?! How?" John dropped onto Lacey's bed.

"A demon." Crane saw no point in sugar coating the truth. "How is it that you've not been made aware?"

John scoffed. "I'm probably the last person that would be notified. Lilah and I weren't close. She was always into this witchcraft nonsense. I didn't want that for Lacey. It's dangerous! Lillian was driven mad. She almost killed my wife performing a magic. Why would I want my daughter around that?" John dropped his face into his hands.

Abbie and Crane shared a quick glance. When John lifted his head again his cheeks were streaked with tears.

"I don't know who you really are, or what your involvement in this is." John's voice was tinged with desperation, "But please, please help me get my little girl back."

Abbie began to nod. "We will do everything in our power to bring your daughter home safely." She gazed directly into John Dalton's eyes. "You have my word."