Phyllis pushed the door closed behind her. Her entire body trembled as she reached for the lock, double bolting the door and slowly walking into the kitchen. She scanned the room. Nothing seemed moved or out of place. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe this whole thing just had her on edge, but that didn't explain the shadows from the other night or the sound of footsteps that seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

Her eyes fell on the balcony doors. The full length curtains now stood halfway open though she was almost certain she'd not opened them this morning before leaving. She tried in vain to remember the events of the morning, to go back and recall if she could have opened them and forgot…was that possible?

"You're being ridiculous, Phyllis," she said out loud then headed over towards the sofa. All she needed was some time to relax. She'd find herself an old movie, pour herself a glass of wine and unwind. The knock at the door startled her and she found herself trembling again as she stood. Her fingers stilled on the lock as she took a breath, forcing herself to steady and praying her voice didn't sound as terrified as she felt.

"Who is it?" she managed.

"It's Billy."

For a moment, she thought her legs might give way from sheer relief and she quickly undid the locks and opened the door. She was in his arms in seconds, not even bothering to allow him to step into the room fully.

"Hey. Not that I'm complaining, but what's all this for?"

She pulled away, stepping beside him as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind them. "Sorry," she whispered, "I'm just glad to see you that's all. I just needed someone here with me tonight."

"Why?" The concern was immediately evident in his voice. "Did something happen?"

"No. Nothing. It's just me…I'm just on edge and shaky that's all. It's silly. I just feel better when you're here." She dropped her head, her eyes focusing on the floor. She hated this—feeling needy. "I know that sounds ridiculous."

"No it doesn't." His hands felt warm against her face and she leaned closer to him as he sat down on the couch next to her. "It doesn't sound ridiculous at all. It makes complete sense that you'd be on edge. What you went through would put anyone on edge, but you're okay now and I'm here. I'll be here whenever you need me. I told you that—all you have to do is call me." He felt her nod into his chest. "How did things go when you talked to Lauren?"

She drew in a breath. Lying to Billy was never something she'd planned to do, but he didn't understand the dynamics involved here. In his mind, he was protecting her at all costs and, while she appreciated the thought, he couldn't understand her need to protect her friendship. She simply couldn't go to Lauren with this…not with this. "It wasn't easy," she said simply, hoping he wouldn't belabor the point.

"I'm sure it wasn't," he said softly. "But it was necessary." She felt him shift to look into her eyes. "You know that right?"

She nodded, looking away, not able to handle the weight of his earnest gaze. "Can we talk about something else?"

"How about we talk about what has you so on edge tonight?" He heard her slight sigh. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but it might make you feel better, don't you think?"

Phyllis looked up at him. He was the one person she knew she could trust—the one person she would share something like this with. "You're going to think I'm completely crazy," she said.

He smiled slightly. "I already know you're crazy," he joked, "We both are…that's why it works."

"I feel like people are watching me." She saw the look in his eyes change and she instantly knew she needed to explain. "I don't mean like government spies or anything…it's just…like earlier I was at the market and I'd swear there was someone following me and then when I was walking through the park I just got this feeling that someone was watching me and…." Phyllis stopped talking as she saw the expression on his face. "Why are you smiling?"

"I just think it's interesting," he said quietly, allowing his hand to sweep against the side of her face.

"What's interesting?"

"Of course people watch you. Every time you walk into a room, heads turn—men practically get whiplash when you walk by. Don't tell me you're completely oblivious to the effect you have on people."

"Billy," she smiled, letting her head fall against his chest for a moment as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "that's not what I'm talking about. I don't mean watching me like that—I mean really watching me…like following me."

His face got more serious as he listened to her words. "Are you really worried about this?"

She sat for a moment, considering the question. "No," she said finally, "No. I'm not. I'm just being silly and ridiculous. This whole mess has just got me to the point where I'm questioning everything and I'm being overly suspicious of the most mundane things…that's all this is."

"You're sure? Because if you're not…if you really think something's going on here—you know you can tell me. I'll take care of this. I promise."

Phyllis smiled, leaning in and softly kissing his cheek. "I know you would, but really, I think the only place anything is really going on is in my seriously overactive imagination. Now," she sighed, "what I'd really like to do tonight is snuggle up here on this couch, have some wine, and watch a movie…preferably with you."

He wrapped his arms tighter around her. "That sounds like a plan."

Scott unzipped his jacket, throwing it across the back of the chair as he quickly flipped open his laptop. With expert precision, he loaded the drive and immediately began loading the feeds. Four different camera angles began to stream.

"Aww," he said, zooming in on Billy and Phyllis on the couch. "Isn't that sweet?" He flipped through the other feeds, smiling as he admired the views. "Perfect," he sighed, "If I do say so myself."