Mary hadn't hunted anything in ten years. There's a lot you can forget in ten years' time.
So when she woke up to static on the baby monitor, she thought the batteries were running out.
When she saw the flickering light in the hallway, she blamed the bulb.
When she saw John asleep on the couch, her mind went straight to "someone" instead of "something".
It wasn't until she saw the yellow eyes that she put it all together, that she berated herself for not keeping up with salt and defenses and for charging upstairs completely weaponless – for being so normal.
But it wasn't really her fault.
After all, ten years is a really long time.
