Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters….

Thanks for all your lovely reviews, favs and follows and encouragement to keep writing this. I'm trying to keep the chapters in this fic shorter than in 'Breaking Through', which has turned into something of an epic, however I wasn't too successful with that this chapter around, so it is a bit longer. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.

Thanks to snarcasm318 for the excellent advise re various medical things in this chapter. I won't say anymore, otherwise there will be spoilers. If any medical details are incorrect, it's totally my error. Apologies for any other mistakes too.

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Holly placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the bookcase. No, that shelf should definitely not be sticking out at a right angle like that. But how to fix it, or more to the point, where to begin? She'd followed the 20-page instruction booklet with its gazillion steps to a T, some of which saw her having to twist her body like a contortionist to place a bolt in just the right spot.

Why had she thought it was a good idea to buy a funky bookcase with an irregular arrangement of shelves? Holly had read the instructions through carefully, not once but twice, until she was confident she had a conceptual grasp on the whole thing. Then she'd grouped the screws and bolts and cam locks and little wooden pegs by size and ordered the shelves according to their numbered sticker. Once she had begun to assemble the bookcase, Holly was careful at each step to match the correct screws and bolts and cam locks and little wooden pegs and the shelving with those indicated in the relevant diagram.

God, she could dissect a body and put it back together again, how the fuck could a DIY from IKEA defeat her? A flare of anger overtook Holly's frustration. This was all Gail fucking Peck's fault. If it weren't for her, Holly wouldn't have come back to Toronto and wouldn't be standing in her living room at 11.15 at night feeling like she wanted to kick this stupid bookcase until it was a pile of splinters. Which was totally out of character because Holly was normally a fairly calm and rational person, so she decided to blame Gail for that as well. And if it weren't for Gail Peck, Holly could be having a nice dinner right now with a woman who was smart, attractive and had made her interest in Holly quite clear.

It was one of Lisa's set-ups. Lisa had asked Holly for a drink and when Holly showed there was Lisa sitting with Monica, an orthopedic surgeon it transpired she knew from the hospital. Holly shouldn't have been surprised. Lisa had told her the only way to get over that blonde police officer, 'oh that's right disgraced former police officer' she'd added with a sneer, was for Holly to put herself out there.

After two drinks, Lisa excused herself, saying with a sly wink in Holly's direction, 'Just because I've got other plans, it doesn't mean your evening has to end. Don't let me stop you two having fun.'

Monica suggested dinner but Holly begged off, saying she was starting a new job in the morning and really should have an early night. 'You know create the right impression and all,' she said.

'I thought Lisa said you were going back to your old job in the Forensics Department?' Monica asked.

'No, same department but it's a promotion so I really should do the responsible thing.'

Monica didn't conceal her disappointment. 'Can I at least get your number and we could do dinner another time?'

Holly sighed. 'I don't know what Lisa told you, but I'm not really interested in dating right now.'

It wasn't just a case of being disinterested but it would be totally unfair to date anyone when all Holly could think about was Gail fucking Peck. So instead of a nice dinner out, she went home, heated up some leftovers, which probably should have been binned, and surveyed the remaining packing boxes left in her living room. They mainly contained books. Before Holly could unpack them, she needed to make the bookcase she'd purchased from IKEA that morning. Which was how Holly found herself at 11.15 at night cursing Gail Peck and with a bookcase that was supposed to be funky but just not this funky.

Holly had read about a psychologist who specialized in couples' therapy and who sent her clients to IKEA to purchase and then assemble a piece of furniture and recorded the entire exercise. The psychologist claimed it revealed a lot about how a relationship was working or not. Holly wondered how she and Gail would fare. Gail would no doubt pay someone to construct it and suggest they have sex instead. She wondered what the psychologist would make of that.

'You're not a very good lesbian, Holly,' said a voice from behind her. Gail. Great, now she imagining Gail was here. And of course, even make-believe Gail teased her.

'Why is that?' Holly asked out loud, faintly amused and sure she knew what Gail was going to say next. She wasn't wrong.

'I thought lesbians were good at DIY,' Gail said, and then gasped as if in pain.

Holly turned. She didn't know why because this was imaginary Gail, the Gail who lived in her head and just wouldn't leave, not even when Holly raged and threatened and certainly not when she asked nicely. Weird her hair was black. Even if it did set off the blue of Gail's eyes, Holly didn't understand why she'd made that up. Except it wasn't dream Gail standing there. No the woman standing with a red stain spreading across the left side of her shirt and who if possible was even paler than normal, the woman swaying slightly as if she were about to faint, was very real.

'Sorry, I think I've dripped blood on your floor,' Gail said and then she did faint.

By the time Gail came round, Holly had cut away the bloody shirt and discovered the knife wound in her shoulder. Not too deep but deep enough that Gail needed to get to a hospital.

'Sorry,' Gail said.

'I hope that wasn't your favorite shirt,' Holly said, not sure why she was trying for levity in a situation like this. Gail tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace.

'Any excuse to get my clothes off,' Gail croaked.

Which, in other circumstances, was sadly true, Holly thought wryly.

'It's not sad,' Gail said, using the arm on her uninjured side to feebly gesture to her body, 'it's totally understandable.'

Shit, she'd said that aloud, Holly thought, feeling the heat creep up her neck to her face. Unless Gail had developed mind reading powers, which was a scary idea given Holly seemed to have absolutely no filter when it came to her.

'Honey,' Holly said, pressing a towel to the wound, 'we have to go to the hospital. This needs suturing.'

'No hospitals,' Gail said, her eyes fluttering again. She was clearly getting weaker and her brow was lined with sweat.

'I know how much you hate hospitals but,' Holly began.

'No,' Gail interrupted loudly and with considerable effort, 'I can't go to a hospital. They'll trace me there.'

'Who'll trace you here?'

'It doesn't matter,' Gail said, trying to rise from the floor, where Holly had propped some cushions behind her head. Gail fell back with a groan and Holly couldn't determine whether it was in exasperation or pain, and finally decided it was a combination of both. The wound was deep enough to hurt like hell so Gail was either still operating on adrenalin, in shock or putting on a very brave face.

'Come on let's get you to the sofa,' Holly helped Gail to stand. Given the stab wound was above the heart, if Gail were sitting upright it would slow the flow of blood.

'I can't stay,' Gail said, teetering a little, 'I have to go.'

'You can barely stand. I don't think you're going anywhere unless it's the hospital,' Holly steered Gail to the couch and pressed a fresh towel to the wound. It was then she smelt the alcohol on Gail's breath.

'You've been drinking?'

'Sorry. Yes. A bit. More than I meant too. That's why my reflexes were too slow.'

'It explains why you're bleeding so much. Alcohol thins the blood. And what do you mean your reflexes were too slow?'

'Doesn't matter,' Gail winced, 'I shouldn't have come here. It was stupid. I'm sorry. You're the last person I want to put in danger. I am so sorry.'

Gail was doing that apologizing thing again. Every time Holly had seen Gail – in San Francisco, New York and now here in Toronto – Gail had repeatedly said sorry like she was powerless to prevent what was about to unfold. And yet her remorse didn't stop her bobbing up uninvited and without warning in Holly's life and then almost immediately vanishing with no explanation.

Still, Holly wanted to trust her instinct and her instinct was telling her Gail felt the undeniable pull between the two of them. Just as Holly did. It was like a filament connecting them, which no matter how thin it became, no matter the distance or passage of time separating the two of them, drew them inexorably together. So was Gail apologizing for her inability to stay away from Holly when for whatever reason she clearly couldn't stick around for long, shouldn't even, in fact, be here.

'What is going on, Gail? If someone's after you we can call the police or your friends at 15,' Holly said calmly, even though she felt anything but composed.

'No police,' Gail said adamantly, once again trying to rise from the sofa and falling back because she was too weak. 'You may as well throw me to the wolves,' she added quietly.

Holly bit her lip and considered for a moment. She was about to do something really stupid. It could cost Holly her career, but this was Gail, and Gail wouldn't avoid the hospital or police just because she was being churlish. No, there had to be a good reason. Holly might be mad at Gail for sweeping back into her life five months ago and basically turning it upside down, but there was no way she would do anything to put Gail at risk.

Okay, so until Gail showed up again, Holly's life had stagnated a bit and was, if she were completely honest, in danger of becoming downright dull. If she picked up an interesting case, her supervisor, who left the more mundane work to his underlings, quickly snapped it up. Holly knew she was being under utilized and, despite the insane workload, was bored. So in truth, Gail's fleeting reappearances had given a tantalizing glimpse of what life could be. What that vision hadn't included was Gail standing bleeding in her living room, quite possibly a fugitive from the law.

'Okay,' Holly said finally, 'I can suture this. Though I have to warn you, I'm out of practice. I haven't had to suture anyone since med school.'

'You sew up dead people practically every second day,' Gail said, trying for a smile but not quite managing.

'Yeah and that's the point - they're dead.'

'Well, that might not be a problem for much longer because it's quite possible I'll be dead soon if you don't stitch me up,' Gail said with a hint of her usual snark.

'Oh, yes. Right,' Holly stood and nervously pushed her glasses back up her nose. 'It's gonna hurt but I think I've got some painkillers you can take. And the fact you've been drinking will help take the edge off.'

Half an hour later, Holly was ready to start suturing. Rummaging through her bathroom cabinet she had found some Percocet an ER doctor had insisted on giving her after she sliced her hand during an autopsy four months back. A clumsy mistake, and yes she had been thinking about Gail at the time because the detective on the case had something of Gail's snark and was valiantly trying to flirt with Holly. Next she dug out a suture pack left over from her med school days. Her forensic kit supplied the gloves and saline solution, which she used to clean the wound.

When she gave Gail the Percocet, Gail asked if she could have tequila with it.

'Not a good idea,' Holly admonished gently, handing Gail a glass of water, 'we'll have to wait about 30 minutes for the Percocet to take affect.'

'Will it make me loopy?' Gail asked in a small voice.

'Possibly, it does contain oxycodone but the alternative is a shitload of pain. And, I don't care how badass you think you are Gail Peck, I'm not willing to suture you unless you take the painkillers.'

Gail looked as if she were about to protest but when she saw how determined Holly was she stopped. 'Alright,' she said, as if doing Holly an enormous favor, 'but you know how I get on pain meds.' Holly nodded, remembering the time she collected Gail from the hospital after the grow house bust. 'You can't ask any questions about any of this.' Again Gail waved her good arm about in a feeble gesture.

'Or you'll have to kill me,' Holly teased.

'Quite possibly,' Gail said so dryly Holly couldn't tell if she were joking or not.

'Duly noted,' Holly said, handing over the tablets.

It didn't take long for the Percocet to take effect and for Gail to become glassy eyed. When Holly finished suturing, Gail looked at her goofily and said, 'skillful hands.'

Holly laughed. 'I bet that's what you say to all the girls.'

Gail regarded her from under heavy eyelids. 'Remember Holly. No questions.' She articulated the words like a drunk trying to sound sober but failing spectacularly, all the while holding up an index finger, which she waggled at Holly warningly, except it looked comical rather than intimidating.

So even asking Gail about other girls was off limits. Holly knew there had been others. Traci had told her. And actually she didn't want to ask questions about those other girls because even the thought of them made something bitter and indissoluble lodge in her heart.

'Is that some kind of sculpture?' Gail asked abruptly, screwing up her face and pointing at the misshapen bookcase, seeming to have forgotten she'd seen it when she first arrived, 'I hope you didn't pay a lot of money for that Holly because it's shit.'

Holly laughed. 'It's a bookcase.'

'Really?' Gail turned her head to one side and squinted 'I don't see that.' Gail smiled at Holly goofily again, like she was the most enchanting thing she'd ever laid eyes upon. Then she starting humming and then singing, quietly at first but before long Holly was able to make out the words.

'I was alone thinking I was just fine
I wasn't looking for anyone to be mine
I thought love was just a fabrication
A train that wouldn't stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment
Solitary confinement
So when we met I was skirting around you
I didn't know I was looking for love
Until I found you,' Gail sang and then stopped abruptly and blushed.

Had Gail deliberately chosen this song for Holly? Was Gail in her usual indirect way actually saying she loved her? Which would confirm Holly's sense that Gail was about to tell her this very thing in New York just before she left Holly in the early hours of the morning, saying work had summonsed her and she needed to go.

Or was it just a random song, something that had popped into her drug-addled head? But then why the blushing? Did Gail keep coming back because she was in love with Holly? Well, maybe not this time. This time she came to be stitched up. Holly sighed. She'd promised Gail she wouldn't take advantage of her drugged state but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Plus Gail owed her some answers, she reasoned.

'So what happened to your husband?' she asked.

Gail regarded her for a long moment, seemingly gathering her wits.

'I never married Nick. He left me at the alter. You know that Holly because that's what people do. Everyone goes. Poof. Like magic. Like someone waves a wand and they disappear into thin air.' Gail clicked her fingers.

'I thought that was your trick,' Holly said more acerbically than she intended because she didn't want to confront the fact she was one of the one's who left.

Gail looked at Holly quizzically.

'You know being elusive,' Holly clarified.

'I'm not elusive,' Gail whined, 'I just have to be places.'

'Yeah,' Holly said, tilting her head to one side and smiling skeptically.

'Don't do that.'

'Do what?'

'The head thing and the smile,' Gail waved her hand in a circle to indicate Holly's face, 'it makes me want to tell you things.'

'Yeah.'

'And kiss you but I shouldn't kiss you. No, no not supposed to.'

'Because you're married.'

'Nuh-uh never married.'

'So the guy at the Dunant cocktail party?'

'Work,' Gail pronounced, 'pretend husband. But shhh,' she held a finger to her lips and looked at Holly earnestly, 'no telling.'

'Okay,' Holly said gently, 'and the woman in the bar in New York?'

'Work,' Gail pronounced again, 'pretend girlfriend.'

'So what are you, some kind of escort?'

Gail laughed and laughed and then she stopped. 'Really,' she quirked an eyebrow at Holly, 'really you thought that?'

'I'm just trying to understand,' Holly began.

'Can't tell. Not allowed,' Gail said with finality, sounding like she was all of six years old. She yawned and curled into the sofa. 'Too many questions. Sleep now.' Then she closed her eyes but a moment later they popped open. 'I'm going to have nightmares. Sorry.' Then Gail shut her eyes again and within moments her breathing became deep and steady.

Holly felt like kicking herself. Of course, pain meds gave Gail nightmares. Holly had learnt that the night of the grow house bust when she took Gail home from the hospital and settled her in the guest room. Gail high on oxy was mildly amusing – especially her drolly entertaining stories about Andy wouldn't hurt a fly McNally and her relentless, somewhat tragic pursuit of true love. The nightmares, however, were not the least bit funny. Flashbacks, Holly had surmised, after she'd rushed into the guest bedroom to find Gail wild-eyed, the panic making it hard for her to comprehend it was Holly and the threat was over.

It was only after they started dating that Holly found out about the kidnapping. The lab techs were terrible gossips and one day when they saw Holly returning from lunch with Gail, one of them said, 'she's the cop who was taken by Perick, isn't she. Only one of his victims to survive,' and everything fell into place.

So now, not only were the pain meds guaranteed to take Gail back to that dark basement, Holly had to go and ask her if she was an escort. The very thing Gail was pretending to be when Perick took her. Not that she believed for a moment Gail was an escort but there had to be an explanation for all this moving around, moving in different circles and in different cities.

Maybe Gail wasn't being facetious when she half-heartedly agreed with Holly's description of her as a gun for hire. Or was Gail so deep undercover she couldn't trust any of her old colleagues at 15, couldn't even trust Holly with that information? Was Gail working for good or...? Holly stopped herself, unable to complete the thought. She couldn't and didn't want to imagine Gail on the wrong side of the law. Suddenly she wasn't sure if she wanted answers to her questions.

Holly checked Gail's pulse. Steady. Stronger than before. There were no signs of shock. Gail was no longer sweating and something of her color had returned. The worry now was infection, which meant Holly needed to get hold of some antibiotics. She could go to her doctor and fake an ailment but that would mean waiting until tomorrow for the antibiotics and she didn't want to risk infection setting in overnight. She could go to the ER herself but chances are they might not give her a script, even if Holly was fairly certain she could come up with a convincing story. In any case, she didn't want to leave Gail alone and the wait at the ER could be hours.

Then it hit Holly. Her two best friends were doctors. Surely she could rely on Rachel at least to be discrete. She reached for her phone to call and then remembered Rachel was out of town, which left her with Lisa. Desperate times called for desperate measures, Holly thought, not feeling the least bit certain as she put the call through to Lisa.

'I need your help,' Holly said without preamble when Lisa picked up. It sounded like she'd woken her, which wasn't surprising given it was now after midnight. Still Lisa didn't miss a beat.

'Well good morning to you too, Holly,' she said, 'what are you doing calling at this hour? Desperate for Monica's number.'

'Look, Lisa I want you to listen very carefully,' Holly said impatiently, ignoring Lisa's jibe, 'I need you to do something and I need you not to ask any questions.'

'That's a big ask,' Lisa said. She paused and Holly heard her sit up in bed.

'We're best friends, right,' Holly didn't wait for an answer, 'and I have uncomplainingly taken a lot of your shit over the years which means you owe me and I'm calling in the favor.'

'Cloak and danger much,' Lisa said sarcastically, but then sounded a little put out, 'you didn't need to threaten. Of course I'll help you.'

'Okay, well good,' Holly exhaled heavily, only then realizing she'd been holding her breath, 'I need you to write me a prescription for a broad spectrum antibiotic and bring it here now.'

'Now? It's nearly one am in the morning, Hols. What do you need with antibiotics anyway? Did you pick up an STI in San Francisco?'

'I said no questions,' Holly said, realizing she was echoing Gail's words, 'can you do it?'

'Yeah, okay,' Lisa grumbled, 'I'll be at your place in twenty minutes.'

Holly spent the next twenty minutes pacing and cursing to herself. This was a dumb idea. She should never have involved Lisa. How was she going to explain away Gail? Holly could hide her in the bedroom, but she didn't want to disturb the sleeping woman so soon after suturing her.

Okay, so Gail's hair was black now. If Holly pulled the blanket currently draped over Gail right up to her chin, Lisa might not see who it was. Then Holly could say she was a friend from San Francisco who had taken ill and needed antibiotics. But then Lisa would want to know why it was so urgent and why Holly had been so mysterious on the phone.

Finally, Holly decided she wouldn't let Lisa into the apartment. That was the solution. She'd meet her at the door, take the script, thank her and promise to explain later and then she'd send Lisa on her way. Except that meant leaving Gail alone while she went to get the antibiotics. There was nothing for it. Holly would just have to be quick. How many people could possibly be getting scripts filled at the all night drug store anyway?

Except it didn't work out that way. When Holly opened the door, Lisa sailed past her and down the short entrance way and into the living room.

'You should pay someone to assemble that properly for you,' Lisa said, gesturing to the half-made bookcase. Then she stopped dead. 'What the fuck Holly, is that the beat cop,' she said pointing to the sofa. In the time it had taken Holly to answer the door, Gail had shifted so her face was fully exposed.

'Shh,' Holly admonished, 'don't wake her.' She urgently motioned Lisa to follow her into the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

'What the fuck is going on Holly?' Lisa at least had the decency to speak in a stage whisper.

'Gail's injured. A stab wound. I sutured it.'

'You sutured it,' Lisa echoed in surprise, 'and she's here and not in a hospital because?'

'Just trust me on this Lisa,' Holly looked beseechingly at her friend.

'Holly are you crazy? Gail was practically kicked off the force. The whole Peck family is corrupt. Everyone knows that. Think about what you're risking - your career for starters. Your IQ is off the chart, so what is it about this woman that makes you do stupid things?'

'Lisa I'm not,' Holly stopped. Lisa was right. This was stupid. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Holly. Normally it was she and Rachel who were the voice of rationality and who talked Lisa down, talked some sense into her, more often than not saving herself from herself.

It struck Holly then and she wondered why it had taken her so long to figure it out. Why she hadn't put two and two together because dammit she was an intelligent woman but her IQ seemed to take a nosedive when it came to matters of the heart. But that feeling of emptiness when she got to San Francisco, the inability, in fact, the unwillingness to sustain a relationship, the way she couldn't get Gail out of her head, out of her system, meant one thing and one thing only. Gail was the love of her life and Holly would go to any lengths to protect her. As she turned this revelation over in her mind, like you would handle a precious stone, feeling the reassuring almost familiar smoothness and yet the wonder at its beauty, Holly wasn't alarmed or surprised. Instead, she felt a calm and a resolve descend upon her.

'So she's broken the law. We need to call the police,' Lisa cut into Holly's thoughts. Lisa began to reach into her pocket for her phone.

'No. No, police' Holly said firmly, 'if you turn her in, then I'll be charged with harboring a fugitive.'

'So she is a fugitive.'

'No. Shit I don't know,' Holly admitted miserably, in this moment hating the fact she found it so hard to lie, 'but are you prepared to risk me going to prison.'

'Well, I guess you won't mind going to jail if they put you and blondie, wait she isn't blonde anymore, whatever, as long as the two of you are in the same cell,' Lisa smirked.

Holly made an exasperated face at Lisa.

'Okay, okay,' Lisa held up her hands in mock surrender' 'if she isn't a fugitive why can't she go the hospital?'

'I have a feeling she's really deep undercover,' Holly said, not sure that this was true but for some reason certain Gail wasn't an outlaw.

'Like on some secret mission?' Lisa asked. When Holly nodded, Lisa said 'that's kinda cool.' Lisa regarded her for a beat. 'I've never seen you like this Holly. You love her don't you?' Holly nodded again, because what else could she do. It was the truth. She loved Gail Peck.

'Here,' Lisa dug into her bag and produced a piece of paper which she handed to Holly, 'it's a script for Augmentin. Go get it filled. I'll watch the fugitive.'

'You'll stay here with Gail?'

'Well, it's probably best she's not left alone and given it's illegal for me to fill a script I've written, I don't think we have any other choice.'

'Uh yeah okay,' Holly agreed reluctantly, 'I won't be long, and if Gail wakes up, you be nice. Do you promise.'

'Alright, alright. Just go Holly so I can go home and get back to bed.'

The all night drug store was only a ten-minute drive but the number of people queuing to have prescriptions filled was surprisingly big. Forty minutes passed before Holly heard her name called. During the wait, she found herself worrying at her bottom lip and alternately pacing and tapping her foot. She knew she probably seemed suspicious, like some strung out junky, and the pharmacist gave her a curious look as he handed over the antibiotics.

Holly was halfway home when she saw the random breath-testing station. Sure enough, she was waved over by a police officer. As she rolled down her window she saw it was Chris Diaz. Shit. Could her luck get any worse? Chris Diaz, the man-child who was so earnestly helpful. Holly couldn't remember if he was a country boy but he had the air and manner of one. Tall and broad and handsome, and unfailing polite if a little gullible. She really couldn't picture Chris and Gail together. Gail mentioned he got mixed up in drugs at one point, so Holly guessed he wasn't quite as wholesome as he looked.

'Oh hey Dr Stewart,' Chris said with surprise, 'I heard you were back. You're out late. Don't tell me you've got a case already.'

Okay, Holly told herself, Chris had no reason to be suspicious of her, and his query was a pleasantry, there was nothing calculating or underhanded about it. This random breath test was exactly that, random. So there was no need to get flustered. She just had to play it cool and that meant coming up with a plausible excuse for being out at this hour. She recalled Gail saying criminals always came undone when they told elaborate lies. If you want to deceive someone, Gail said, you needed to stick as close as possible to the truth.

'I had to go to the drug store,' Holly made a face hoping Chris would assume she needed to buy tampons.

Evidently he did because he backed up a little and then said a tad too quickly, 'Oh, sure, sure. Well, um have you been drinking tonight Dr Stewart?'

'It's Holly,' she smiled, not sure how she was managing to do anything other than grimace given her heart was hammering in her chest so violently she was sure Chris must have heard it. 'I had two beers around six pm.'

'So nothing since then Doct um Holly.'

'Nothing,' Holly shook her head. Just a ton of near paralyzing fear and adrenalin, but she wasn't going to tell Chris about that.

'Um Holly, can I get you to blow into this,' Chris held out the breathalyzer and Holly dutifully blew into it.

'Alright,' Chris said holding up the device, 'you're okay to go. I guess we'll be seeing you round. It's good to have you back.'

'It's good to be back,' Holly said, managing to smile again. She gave Chris a little wave, which she knew looked completely lame. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at her antics, Holly pulled out into the traffic and checked the time. Shit. She'd left home over an hour ago.

When Holly unlocked the door to her apartment she was greeted by an odd sight. Down the short entranceway to the living room, Holly could see Lisa with her arms raised in the air, holding her phone in one hand. The expression on her face was one of abject terror. Once Holly made her way into the living room, she understood why. Gail was still on the sofa, but sitting up now, and she had a gun pointed at Lisa.