As 7 AM passed, the Dark family were all downstairs, the hurricane all but gone. The sky was still grey and rain still trickled down, but it wasn't as bad. Harvey was eating his breakfast, while Rosie was reading a magazine. Roger looked at them before smiling to himself and set the food down for Max and Moe, who immediately rushed towards their allotted bowls. Roger stretched up when the door opened with a small jangling sound.

"Dad!"

Roger smiled and bent down to let Eliza run into a big hug. "Hello, darling, how was Helena's?"

"It was great! We baked cookies and watched movies!"

Roger looked up to Helena's mother, who was standing rather awkwardly in the doorway. "Thanks, I can see she enjoyed being with your daughter."

"Don't worry about it. Eliza's a little angel. Well, I got to go. Just call if she wants to come round again." At that, Helena's mother shut the door, leaving Eliza to deposit her bag by the door and to hop up on a chair by the table.

Rosie put the magazine down and got up. "Eliza, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Froot Loops!"

As Rosie made Eliza's breakfast, Roger went up to her and hugged her from behind, rubbing her belly. "I'm going to go a bit early. I need to go to the diner and see if Gary got them."

"That's fine." Rosie said. "So I guess I'll see you later then."

Roger pecked her on the cheek. "Sure will." He turned towards the door. "Bye Eliza, bye Harvey." Roger closed the door behind him and walked forward and a loud whoosh made him step backwards. A car skidded to a halt and a young man looked out.

"Watch where you're going!"

"Same to you!" Roger replied.

The man in the car huffed and drove off, leaving Roger to shake his head.

"D-Dark... Mr. Dark, was it?"

Roger turned around to see a man he knew as Jamie Kobra, a neighbour. Roger found this unusual, considering Jason was the sort of guy who would shout at you if you so much looked at him. "Yes?"

Jamie looked around suspiciously. "H-Have you noticed anything... anything unusual... like someone's watching?"

"Excuse me?"

"I keep seeing this figure... he walks around, taking photos and looking at binoculars."

Roger raised his eyebrow. "That's nothing suspicious, though, is it? Perhaps he's a tourist."

Jamie grabbed Roger's collar. "You don't understand! I see him, I see him everywhere. I think he's following me... he's fucking following me, Dark, don't you understand!"

"But why are you telling me, is it not a job for the police."

"I got a letter... A letter saying I shouldn't go to the police, otherwise I'll get killed. Dark, I'm not a suspicious, I'm not, not at all... but the note also said that it knows my secret, and that I should look in the Dark. It was capitalized, so, I guessed it was your family. Are you following me! Are you fucking following me?"

"Calm down. I'm not following you. Perhaps it's a prank or something. I really got to go." Roger pulled away from Jamie when suddenly a loud crash was heard, disturbing the atmosphere.

Roger and Jamie looked at a lamppost a bit down the street, where a car was crumpled against it. Roger recognised it as the car that almost hit him. He went over to it, but there was no sign of the driver he saw previously. Roger, being curious, saw a card on the seat. He picked it up and looked to its back, where he froze.

It read: I'm watching you, Dark.

Roger spun around in paranoia, but no one was there, not even Jamie who their moments earlier. Roger glanced down at the card again before throwing it to the floor. 'Just some prank. Of course it is.'

A ringing caught Roger off guard and he jumped, before pulling his phone out from his pocket. Seeing the number, he recognised it as his sister.

"Hey, Angelina."

"Roger, you need to take your family and get out of New York!"

"Wh-what?"

"I received this letter in the post, made up of cut up newspaper parts. It said that something bad would happen to the Dark family. Considering I don't have a family, and our parents and grandparents are dead, the only 'family' is your own. And don't say it's a prank, because I shredded the thing, thinking just that, but then I received an email saying 'I'm watching you.' Roger, I'm freaked out... you haven't upset anyone lately, have you?"

"Are you kidding? I'm a writer, who would I upset?"

"Well either way, you should get out of New York. I'm going to. I can't stay, not when I feel like I'm being watched. I'll meet you –" A loud smash cut Angelina off, before the phone itself cut off.

"Angelina? Angelina!"

A scream suddenly made Roger go pale. He knew that voice. It was Rosie's. Without thinking, Roger ran back across the road to his house and opened the door. "Rosie!" He shouted, but there was no reply. Roger frantically looked in the ground floor rooms, before lurching up the stairs. 'Not in the bathroom or the kid's room... that means...' Roger opened the door to his and Rosie's room. The sight that met his eyes caused him to back away, holding his hand to his mouth.

"No... no no no..." Roger muttered to himself, starting at the bodies of his wife and children. Their throats were slit, and blood ran down from their necks "No... no I should have heard them... they were across the road, how did he have time to..." Rogers gaze turned to Rosie's stomach, which was much bloodier and Roger saw something trailing from it. Roger followed it to the bed and this time he couldn't hold back to vomit. Roger coughed, clutching his stomach. He slowly turned his gaze back to the bed, tears in his eyes. On the bed lay a small, bloody mess attached to an umbilical cord. "This is not happening... this is not happening... no no no."

Roger stumbled backwards before he felt a sharp prick in his neck. Roger blinked, before falling backwards, unconscious.

The man in the robes and the mask looked down at Roger. His gaze turned back to the dead children and wife. "Why should you get prizes for what you've done." The killer muttered, before grabbing Roger in a fireman's carry. His form showed surprising strength. The killer walked down the stairs and exited the back door towards a hole in the fence, where a van was waiting for him.

The killer put Roger neatly in the back of the van, along with two other unconscious bodies, before going to the driver's seat and driving away. On the way he called the police to report a murder, before hanging up and throwing the disposable phone out of the window.

"Now... Roger, will you be able to redeem yourself? Only time will tell..."