SOOOOOOOOOOO I'M REALLY SORRY BECAUSE I SUCK AT UPDATING AND GENERALLY JUST KEEPING UP WITH SHIT IN GENERAL! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME I'M SORRY!

Third Person (Just Nora and Patch)

The black and white photo glares back at them. Their lack of safety hitting them with a surreal realization. Nora's hands immediately go to her stomach, as if holding her stomach will protect her children from their new found stalker. Patch glares back at the photo. His fists clenched, the veins in his arms sticking out angrily. He brings an arm around his wife and rips the picture off of the door with his opposite hand. He unlocks the door just as aggressively and helps his wife inside their house. Nora releases a breath that she wasn't even aware she was holding. The house was fine. Nothing was broken or misplaced or missing. Her grip on her stomach lessens considerably, but her hands still limply surrounded her stomach gently. Patch releases his wife and goes to look for Tamsin.

A million thoughts were flowing through Nora's head. A stone of dread sits in her stomach. Her instincts tell her to leave the house and never come back, but Nora can't move. Her thoughts faded, her breathing went shallow and her motor functions went numb. All of her privacy was shattered. A faint white noise filled her head. The only thing she can do is stare. While nothing was physically damaged, Nora saw destruction everywhere. The feeling of being watched crept under her skin. Patch walks out of the bedroom, looking distressed. He watches his wife, who is standing in the middle of the living room, her arms like a vice around her pregnant belly. Nora's eyes never leave the farthest corner of the room, where a tiny, nearly impossible to detect, black circle sits at the conjunction where the walls meet the ceiling.

"Nora honey, lets go lay down okay? They, whoever this was, didn't destroy anything, nor did they take anything. We're safe." Patch didn't trust his last words, but he refused to let his wife pick up on that.

Nora nods her head, her eyes blank and glassy. Patch leads his wife to their bedroom and gently gets her in bed. Nora, who had moved one hand from her stomach to her husbands arm, gripped tightly at the sinewy limb. Patch looked down at his wife with great sympathy. Whoever did this to their house, to their privacy, was sure as hell going to pay.

"Stay. Please?" Nora's words came out weak and unsure. Her husband felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

His usually confident wife, who is so full of light and sarcasm, was so an empty shell of uncertainty and fear.

Oh yeah. Those assholes will pay. Patch snaps to himself as he lays himself to his fragile wife.

Nora's head falls on Patch's shoulder and slowly her eyes drift shut. The fallen angel turned human smiles to himself. Sleep is usually the only thing that can keep his wife quiet for more than just a few minutes. Everything about her usual self is dulled when she's sleeping.

Maybe that's why I fell so hard for you. Because you're some how still a firecracker when you're dead asleep. Patch's own voice echoes in his head, meaning Nora was mentally disconnected from the world, but more importantly, she was disconnected from him.

Patch feels his small smile fall into a deep frown as he pulls his wife even closer to his body.

Third Person (Dante and Boss)

The turquoise haired teen sips her energy drink, a deep frown coloring her face. Nothing about this situation makes sense. Dante didn't leave the photo on their door.

No one from the Company left it. Hell, no one from the Company is allowed outside perimeters except Boss and his one body guard. Someone is working against the Company. Someone knows about those cameras and it sure as hell isn't anyone who is on the Company's side.

As Dante is lost in her thoughts she finds herself cloaked in darkness.

"Every time? Do you not care about the elec-"

"Who told them" the shadows command.

"How the hell would I know? I can't just pull a name out of my ass and hand over the culprit to you!" Dante snaps, clicking furiously through the last few days of footage.

"I don't appreciate you're tone, but I'll let it slide, only because no one else in the Company knows of this disturbance." Boss says.

"I want an answer by tomorrow." Boss finishes.

Silence screams back at Dante once again. A silence that, for once in her life, Dante is extremely grateful for. With a great shove, Dante pushes out of her chair and stomps childishly to the light switch. She just as childishly flicks on the light and stomps back to her chair. She faces the multiple computer screens with a heavy sigh and an equally heavy heart. Dante watches Nora, frozen in place in bed next to her husband. Nora doesn't move. Her eyes never open, they never flutter, her eyes don't even shift beneath her eyelids.

"I'm so sorry Nora."

It's short. I know. Sorry. At least I'm updating.

-Rachel