"And there were ashes everywhere. They surrounded me like...like some some sort of tornado." Macey ranted as her mother, Cynthia, helped her into her wheelchair. Her face was damp with sweat as she stared into her mother's eyes willing her to believe in every single word, every single sound that her mouth formed. Little did she know it didn't take much for Cynthia to believe in crazy, seemingly impossible things...not anymore.

When you have witnessed your daughter's face and body transform into that of a demon and your 'dead' ex husband reading in bed next to you as if it was just another day, nothing can surprise you anymore. Well not much at least.

Cynthia did her best to protect Macey. She never wanted her to know that such things existed in the world. And if that meant lying to her about the night that she was possessed and the way her father died then so be it, but it seemed as though it was all catching up to her.

Cynthia put both hands on Macey's cheeks and kissed her forehead. She was at a loss for the right words to say. She had called Jenny Mills, what else could she do?

Macey knew this move all too well. Whenever her mother lied to her or if there was more to the story than what she let on, all she could get out of her mother was a kiss on the forehead, then silence.

"Mom, what's goi-" her question was cut off by a steady knock at the cabin door. Immediately she felt the temperature drop and her body caught the chills.

"That must be Jenny." Cynthia announced as she headed to answer it.

Macey couldn't explain her sudden affliction. Her teeth chattered against each other and she could see the air when she exhaled, yet her eyes were still fixated on the cabin door.

Cynthia opened the door and flinched not because of the sight of Frank who was accompanied by a wide eyed Jenny, but because of the immediate thunder like pulsing she heard in her head. She quickly glanced at Frank who was saying something, but Cynthia couldn't hear him over the storm that was happening in her head. She turned to look at Jenny who then swallowed hard and Cynthia could hear it. She was hearing Jenny's heart beat, but Jenny didn't seem to notice, she was looking passed her worriedly.

Jenny stared at Macey who sat in her wheelchair not reacting to the site of her supposedly dead father, but was looking around her as though she could see something no one else could. As Jenny stared longer she noticed that her lips were blue and teeth were chattering. She held her hands out as if to catch snowflakes in them.

Frank walked up to Macey and kneeled before her "little bean." He said as he touched her already held out palm. It was cold to the touch. She continued to stare at the wind storm that apparently no one noticed but her. He smiled when he noticed what was happening "Its already begun."

Jenny turned to Cynthia who now had her hands over her ears trying to shut out Jenny's heart beat. Jenny whispered something and she couldn't make it out.

"Can you stop breathing for just ONE second!" Cynthia yelled causing Jenny to flinch and Irving to take notice.

'What the hell?' Jenny thought. She had to get them away from Irving as soon as possible. She didn't know what he was planning.

"Yes exactly, what the hell is going on?" Cynthia spoke.

Jenny cocked her head to the side in confusion. Did she just read her mind?

Cynthia looked at her in surprise. "Did I?" She spoke aloud.

Jenny's breath caught in her throat.

"Dad?" A small voice was heard from the other side of the room.

They all turned their head in surprise. Cynthia walked over and touched Macey's hand. Her heart beat sounded slow.

"Macey Baby what's wrong?"

Macey looked to the side of her as if she heard something. "Macey!" Cynthia yelled.

"Ssssh!" Macey held up a finger to her mother.

The room went silent.

"Macey, if you can hear me send help!" Abbie's voice rang softly in Macey's ear almost inaudible. Macey turned her ear towards the voice to hear better.

"I need help." Abbie's voice whispered yet again.

Jenny watched in awe as she watched Macey's eyes turn completely white. An Evil smile crept across Irving's face "Even better than we thought." He mumbled.

A vision overtook Macey. Abbie lay on a small cot in a dark place with her hands wrapped around her torso. She stared silently at the ceiling of some kind of barn mouthing something. There was knocking somewhere in the room and Abbie gasped and suddenly sat up.

Macey gasped as the vision ended. "It's Abbie, she's in trouble."

"Thats none of our concern. Go grab your things we're leaving." Irving announced as he walked towards Jenny and slightly pushed her in Cynthia's direction. "You, go help them."

Macey's face contorted in fear as she took notice of her father's presence, there was no wind, voices, or snow to distract her now.

"HOW are you even here right now?" The fourteen year old asked with tear filled eyes.

"What do you mean leave?" Cynthia asked folding her arms across her chest.

Irving shot her a warning glare and Jenny stepped in between them. 'Let's just go to the back.' Jenny thought. Cynthia nodded and lead the way.

'Just pack lightly' Jenny instructed making more noise with a pile of clothes than necessary.

Cynthia went to open a drawer "what's going on?" Cynthia whispered as she stared at the open drawer. Jenny chose to use Cynthia's new powers to her ability and answered inside her head. 'No idea, he found me, brought me here and won't tell me what he is planning.'

"What are we going to do?" Cynthia closed the drawer and stared at the wall ahead of her.

'I tried shooting him...it won't work. Our best bet is to try and get into contact with Crane and Nick Hawley.' Jenny walked towards Cynthia and placed her palm on her shoulder for comfort. "Damn it!" Cynthia began shaking her head.

"What's taking so long?" Irving yelled from the living room.

"Let's go."Jenny said grabbing the little they had managed to pack and exiting the room. "We have to help Abbie"