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Harry is back.

He'd gotten into her home whilst she was out and now wouldn't leave. Phil is in the bedroom getting dressed while Monique went to the kitchen to make some tea when she hears Harry's calls. Monique searches every nook and cranny of her kitchen and nearby bathroom but found nothing. She turns back to the stove thinking it was all in her imagination but then she hears him again. The quick taps on the window revealed where he is but when she checks, he is gone.

It escaped her how he could move so fast.

"Monique…" he coos, his breathe almost tangible. "Monique… Why are you doing this, Monique?"

"H-harry!" She cries out, terrified at how close his voice is. "Go away, Harry, please!"

For a brief moment Harry is silent. Monique lets out a sigh, slumping against her kitchen counter in relief. But that relief is short lived. His loud breathing - inhales and exhales of his lungs - scare her back into alert.

She straightens, her knuckles whitening from the hold she has on her flimsy nightgown. She turns, the cold metallic countertop biting at her back.

She sees him and she is scared. She doesn't want this, doesn't want him, but he would go away and there is nothing she can do about it.

"Good girl," Harry hisses, his voice vibrates inside her skull.

Monique blacked out.