For what seemed like hours, Natalie ran along the waterfront, stopping in every door she could find. What had she done? She had to find Monk, no matter how long it took.
Eventually, she gave up looking. Fear crept through her, knowing that Mr. Monk was capable of anything. What if something happens to him?

She got in her car and headed for Ambrose's house. When she arrived, she stared at the house, remembering the date that she and Ambrose had, shortly after Halloween.

They never left the house, but it was definitely the most memorable date she'd had in a long time.

Unhooking her seat belt she opened the car door. Just as she was about to get out, it hit her.

She couldn't do this. What would she say? No doubt Ambrose would be home. But really... What would she say to him? That she kissed his brother and probably caused him to have a nervous breakdown?

No. This was wrong. Ambrose was so like his brother. Telling Ambrose what she did to Monk would be unbearable.

Sighing, she got back in her car and drove away.