The Envoy was many things.

A fool was not one of them.

A she looked down at the young man who had collapsed upon entering the mansion she knew she was in for a lot of trouble. Oh she had known it for a while, if days could be considered a while. She crouched down next to him, looking at him. He had dark shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn't been sleeping. His cloths were soaked through with rain and sweat, ash blended into the carpet. She knew that when his hair dried it would be as black as the picture she had been sent.

"Oh Mr. Danvers," she said touching his shoulders, "Mr. Danvers can you hear me?"

He came to with a ragged inhale, his eyes not focusing on anything. Satisfied she directed his arm around her neck and took half his weight on herself. Together they made it up the stairs. She dropped him onto his bed where he fell onto his back, his eyes struggling to stay open. She tugged off his jacket, shirt and tie, throwing them onto the floor. She reached down and tugged off his pants, dragging a pair of sweatpants onto his frame. She guided his body onto the bed and pulled the covers over him, tucking them around him.

"I hate my life," she muttered walking down the stairs and into the main living room.

A fire was burning in the fireplace, roaring far more cheerily than before. She saw a woman in front of a chair, doubled over. She was still wearing her black coat, her brown hair in disarray. She clutched a silk scarf like a lifeline, sobbing into it. It took Sonya a full minuet before she recognized what had once been Evelyn Danvers. She walked over to the woman on the carpet and sat down next to her. Evelyn pulled her head up but didn't seem to recognize her.

"I am an Envoy" she said looking at her. She heard Evelyn's sharp inhale, "shh, easy, I'm not hear to hurt you or your family--or your Covenant for that matter," she saw the doubt, "I swear it, you have my word that no harm will come to you or your son tonight."

"Then why are you here?" Evelyn questioned.

"I can't tell you that," she said, her voice soft, "I'm sorry but I can't. Just know that I'm not hear to hurt anyone," she got to her feet, "your son's upstairs," she stepped over to the door and out into the night.

...Later...

Caleb Danvers awoke with a choking gasp, wrenched from his sleep violently. He threw his covers off and lurched to his knees in bed, breathing hard. He was alone, the sun was bright in his room. He fell back breathing hard, almost painfully. Rolling off his bed, he placed his feet on the ground and put his head between his legs, running his hands over the back of his neck.

"Caleb."

Caleb turned around to see Pogue standing there. He looked awful but alive none the less, most likely he had Used to get better. Caleb nodded and stood upp, walking over to his dresser and throwing on a shirt. Pogue seemed to know that Caleb was not up for talking, he just followed Caleb down the stairs and led him into the living room where the entire Covenant was assembled along with a new member who was talking to his mother.

"Mr. Danvers," she said turning around, "glad your up, you've been asleep for the past two days," she continued, "we didn't get to meet formally, I'm a representative, here to assess the situation."

"Where's Sarah and Kate?"

"Ms. Wenham and Ms. Tunny don't need to be present for this," she said, "this has to do with the four of you," she looked down, "I'm getting the feeling that you don;t understand the magnitude of your actions. You have disrupted a balance that has been in place for centuries and for better or worse that balance must be restored."

"No spell can bring back the dead," Pogue growled.

"Well I'd say we have a serious problem then" she said crossing her arms, "do you really think that of you are the first to war with each other? Your Covenant is famous for its inter-warring and we have been happy to let it stay that way. It's a blessing really because with you busy fighting internally we don't have to worry about you fighting the rest of the world," she shook her head, "besides the point. Your decision to kill--this ability to kill a member of your Covenant has thrown off the balance. Your far more powerful than we could have anticipated and because of that the rest of the world has felt it. Death will come swiftly, and it will not stop until the four of you are dead and the Covenant is ended."

"So what do we do?" Evelyn questioned, "if he was the last--"

"When he's ready, I can probe his memories, see if Mr. Pope is truly dead. If he is, I'm sorry to say, there is nothing we can do about it and your Covenant will be eliminated," she looked at Caleb, "he's not ready though, not for a few more days. I suggest you all finish recovering because if Mr. Pope did survive we don't have a lot of time and if he didn't we have even less. I'll be in touch."

"I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Tyler said looking at the fireplace, "is there any way that Chase could've survived?"

"They couldn't find the body," Caleb said running a hand over his face, "but there was a fire so I don't," his voice trailed off, "I'm not--" he sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the world lurch.

"That's enough, lets get him upstairs," Reid said picking p one arm as Tyler took the other and they got their leader upstairs and into his bed. He passed out before he got there, "this is bad," Reid said coming downstairs, "it's been three days, is he supposed to go to sleep for that long?" he demanded looking at Evelyn.

"His father slept for two," she offered, "but I don't know."

"We need the other families," Pogue said closing his eyes, "we need them now. This concerns everyone."

"I'll make the calls," she said standing up and walking out of the room.

Down the road, the Envoy pulled over to the side and got out of her car on the rubble that was the old Putnam barn. Waiting for her there was her contact, dressed in thigh high suede boots, a skirt and a green shirt. She was crouched over the rubble, looking around for something. The Envoy stepped forward and looked at her. She nodded and kicked a piece of rubble with her toe.

The Envoy shook her head and the other rolled her eyes, tucking her hands into her pockets and walking off. The Envoy knelt in the rubble and ran a hand over the dirt and ash. She dug her fingers into the dirt and picked up a handful, sifting through it. Underneath it she found a piece of blackened glass. Picking it up, she turned it over with her hand and slowly smiled.

Back at the dorms, Sonya Kendrick unloaded the last bag she had and put it in the single room she had been given. Truthfully she wouldn't have minded a room mate but what she wanted had never been much of a concern. She had made up her room bag by bag with the ease of someone who was used to changing locations. She kept the leather bag zipped up and pulled open her closet, stuffing it in the back behind her new school uniforms.

"I hate my life," she muttered unzipping one boot and glancing over at her jangling phone, "I really really hate my life," she continued hanging up on the caller and tugging off the other boot. There was a knock at the door, "hello?"

"Sorry, I live next door," the voice came through.

SOnya got to her feet and pulled open the door to reveal a pretty blond girl with long hair. She wore a tank top and a pair of jeans. There was a fresh mark on her cheek, as if she had been cut recently.

"Hi," she said slowly.

"Hi, I'm Sarah," the girl said sticking out her hand.

"Sonya," Sonya said shaking it.

"I'm sorry but I was wondering if you had any aloe?" she said, "I know it's weird but I don't want to go down to the infirmary."

"Yeah," Sonya said, "come inside. Sorry for the mess, I just finished moving in," she continued rummaging through her bathroom and pulling out her first aide kit. She got the aloe out.

"Thanks," Sarah said, "so you just got here? Where'd you transfer from?"

"New York City," she said, "my parents decided that three High Schools was more than enough for me."

"Well if you want to hang out, I'm just to the right," she said standing up.

"Thanks, nice to meet you," Sonya said.

Sarah walked out of the room and Sonya went into the bathroom to put away her first aide kit. On her desk her phone continued to buzz annoyingly. Finally Sonya walked over to her phone and shut it off for a moment. Bracing her hands, she closed her eyes and grabbed the phone, turning it back on. It began to buzz almost instantly and she threw it in a drawer, locking it securely. Grabbing her jacket, she shrugged it on and headed out of the room.