"Oh Mrs. Summers!" Sally almost cried out, silencing her voice at the last moment. The elderly lady smiled back at her, then stammered with something in her hands, waiting for Sally to open the door for her to give her the partridge. Her old wearied eyes looked excitedly up at Sally her nimble fingers gripping the gift.

"I didn't want to disturb you Sally since you have company over but someone dropped this off for you…" Mrs. Summers thrust a small box in her Sally's hands. It was wrapped in red paper, a silver bow on top of the box. Sally accepted the box with a frown, almost dropping it.

"Mrs. Summers…I have no one over…"

Mrs. Summers gave her a quick smile, winking at her. "Oh Sally…its okay. I think its wonderful for you to be seeing someone like him. Quite a looker…"

Sally's heart quickened. No one was there with her or at least she thought. Giving a quick 'goodbye' she shut the door, tossing the package on the coffee table, going straight to her kitchen. Opening the door she took out a large kitchen knife, almost a bad parody of a slasher movie. The plastic handle bit into her palm as she clenched it, moving slowly from her kitchen into the hallway leading to her bathroom and bedroom.

Her body shook as she moved into her bedroom, her fingers switching on the light switch, flooding the room with light. As she leaned down on her knees to look under her bed she thought she heard something drop from the bathroom, like a bottle of her shampoo, making her jump. Letting out a curse of profanities from her bump from the frame. She moved back into a sitting position, her heart still pumping.

'The bottles always drop.' She told herself, opening her closet door, moving each shirt aside with her knife, finding nothing but dust bunnies in the small space. Her eyes scanned over everything in her room, not finding anything. Perhaps Ms. Summers was just getting to old, her mind deceiving her. The old woman had always said that Sally needed a partner, she supposed Summers had just made someone up. It happened all the time to older folks.

Sally went back to the kitchen, picking up her cup of tea to empty the contents down the kitchen sink. She didn't have the stomach for it anymore. The best thing to do was sleep. She passed her bedroom, instead going into the bathroom. She turned on the sink, filling the basin up, splashing her face with the cool water, rubbing her eyes. A slight throb moved through her temple, signaling an oncoming headache. She popped open the mirrored cabinet, taking out the Tylenol, taking two, swallowing them dry. She would defiantly need to sleep in the morning.

Shutting the cabinet she paled, her face wasn't alone in the reflection. To dark eyes stared back against her blue ones. Before she could comprehend what was exactly there a hand wrapped around her mouth, an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against a hard body, warm breath cascading on her cheek.

"Helloooo Miss Hallows…"

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Sally's eyes cracked open, the room barely lit and she thought she could make out the shape of lamps and a couch and she realized it was her own living room. She tried to get up to ease the ache in her head only to fail miserably. Ropes were tied around her wrists and apparently the chair she was sitting in. She groaned out, her head falling forward, the dull ache increasing.

Another lamp lit above her head, throwing off shadows across the room. Coming forth from those shadows was a tall figure, a wide grin spread across his face. Him.

She shuddered visibly and she started fidgeting in her chair, trying to get out of the bonds. Jack grinned at her, inching closer like a cat ready to strike at hits prey. He stopped inches in front of her, leaning in so his face flooded her vision, a rose soon replacing it.

"Pretty flowers for pretty faces." He giggled, tucking the rose in the neckline of her shirt. He stood back then, rocking side to side. "Now Sally, may I call you Sally? " He reached out his hand nodding her head for her. "Of course I can!"

He flung back his arms, bouncing again on his heels. Sally shook in her binds, trying not to focus on him to much. When he placed the rose in her shirt, a thorn tore her skin and she could feel the blood ooze from the scratch. It stung horribly and it started to itch.

"What do you want, Joker?"

He gave her a 'pouty' face, sticking his lower lip outwards, batting his eyes.

"Oh Sally that hurt! I thought we were all past that…I mean, after all, you did sentence me as sane again…"

"Yeah, well, I was wrong." She spat, looking down at his shoes. She saw his feet shuffle in place, his laughter ringing out through her apartment.

"Oh Miss Saaaaallly. Can't you tell? I'm as sane as…as you!" He jumped up, giggling more furiously, balling his fists up and keeping them to his chest.

He crouched down in front of her, his bare hand cupping her cheek. He looked at seriously, his eyes studying her face.

"You know Ssssaaally. You shouldn't take yourself so seriously. Would it kill you to smiiile? I know it might if you don't…"