"Shawn?"

Henry's eyes were open and he was sitting up in bed before he even realized he was awake. He stared into the darkness, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind he had heard something…

But what?

He couldn't actually remember hearing the sound, much less what it sounded like, but his rapid pulse and tensely-balled fists told him he hadn't just been dreaming…

There was definitely a sound out there…in his house...

His ears perked and for a moment he sat completely still, straining to hear whatever it was…

It came again less than a second later.

It was a soft, almost imperceptible click…like a door being quietly closed…

Then it was gone.

"Shawn?" He said again into the pitch-black silence, not sure why that was the first name on his lips. "Is that you?"

Even as he spoke the words, his mind still foggy from sleep, he knew it wasn't his son.

He slowly stood up and crept to his closet, fumbling in the dark until his fingers wrapped around the familiar, cool metal of his gun.

He moved stealthily to the door of his room and crouched down low, peering into the hallway, knowing even as he did that it was pointless.

He couldn't see a damn thing…

He stayed in the doorway for a moment, not even breathing as he listened for any indication there was someone there…

Footsteps…

Breathing…

Creaking floorboards…

But all he could hear was the chirping of the crickets out on his front lawn.

Staying low, he padded silently on bare feet into the hall once he was as sure as he could be that the coast was clear.

Suddenly, there was a small noise from the corner of the hallway…like something bumping against the end table…

He whirled around towards the sound, realizing a moment too late it was the wrong thing to do.

He was struck from behind with something hard, and before he could spin back around and fight he was lying facedown on the floor, dazed and completely disoriented. He heard his gun go sliding across the floor as it flew out of his hand, striking the wall somewhere in the dark out of reach.

He rolled over on his back the instant his forehead cracked painfully off the floorboard, biting back a groan as he tried to stumble to his feet. He didn't get more than halfway up, however, when he was struck again, this time in the face. He fell backwards, his nose exploding in a shower of blood.

This time, he didn't even try to get up.

And this time, he didn't even try to stop the groan.

A moment later, there was a blinding light in his eyes. He started to raise his hand to shield his eyes from the powerful beam, but a harsh, gravely voice stopped him.

"Don't move, Henry." It said.

It wasn't the voice that stopped him dead in his tracks, however, as much as the soft, metallic click of a gun being cocked.

He gazed up into the beam, trying to make out the face of the dark figure holding the flashlight in one hand and Henry's gun in the other, but he couldn't.

The voice sounded familiar, though…

He knew he'd heard it somewhere before…

The man must have seen his brain working, trying to figure out who he was, because he laughed.

"Do you remember me, Henry?" He asked quietly, slowly raising the flashlight under his chin so Henry could see his face. The gun remained steadily fixed on Henry, aimed at his head.

Henry nodded slowly, trying desperately to shake off the disoriented feeling from the blow to the head.

"Yeah…" he mumbled, taking in the cold, green eyes and the thin, red scar that ran from the man's left temple to his jaw. "I remember you."

"Good." The man nodded, turning the beam off himself and putting it back in Henry's eyes. "Then I don't have to explain this."

The deafening gunshot echoed off the plaster walls. Henry howled in pain as the bullet ripped through his ankle, his body instinctively coiling.

"I told you you'd regret it, Henry." The man spoke softly, his voice detached and almost relaxed. "I told you you'd regret it, but you just couldn't let it go."

"You killed her." Henry gasped, still writhing in pain.

"But I didn't, Henry. I told you I didn't. I killed the others, but I didn't kill her."

"Well, I'm convinced!" Henry groaned, steadily growing more pissed-off as the pain in every part of his body only intensified.

The gun was suddenly being pressed against his temple.

"You don't have to be convinced." The man said firmly. "I don't give a damn if you're convinced. You just have to convince your son."

Henry's heart stopped, the blood draining from his face.

"Shawn?"

"Oh, I've read all about your little psychic progeny in the papers." The man laughed, cocking the gun again. "Quite the psychic, too, isn't he? Solves cases for the police all the time."

"Leave him out of this!"

"I can't, Henry. He is this."

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He pressed it firmly against Henry's ear.

"You're going to call your little psychic boy and tell him to come over. Now. He's going to use his powers to prove that you were wrong about me…to prove I didn't kill that girl."

Henry knocked the phone away, his eyes flashing defiantly.

"Go to hell."

The man pushed the gun deeper into Henry's temple.

"If you don't do it, Henry, I'll kill you…and then I'll kill him."

"It's three o'clock in the morning!" Henry argued, his brain trying to process everything even as the loss of blood started to make him light-headed.

"So what?"

"So, I don't generally call my son at 3 AM for a damn chat!" Henry spat through clenched teeth. "He'll know something's up."

The man shrugged.

"Then I suggest you become a good actor, Henry. Fast. Get him over here. Now."

"I'm not going to send my son into a damn ambush!"

"Then I'll blow your brains out. Your choice."

He pressed the phone to Henry's ear one more time.

It was already ringing.

After six rings, Henry heard Shawn's voice on the other end.

"What?" He grumbled, the word barely discernable as English.

"Shawn?"

"Dad? What the hell--"

Henry looked up at the man again, his eyes narrowing in what he was sure would be his last act of defiance.

"Shawn…" he fought to get the words out, his head already starting to spin.

"What?"

"Get the hell out of town. Right now."

"What?"

Henry could see the anger burning in the man's eyes now…

His finger was slowly starting to squeeze the trigger.

He knew he didn't have time to explain.

"Just do it, Shawn."