"It's official," Hanna concludes, collecting fragments of glass from the bed-sheets. "Someone wants us dead."
"It certainly seems that way," Rob agrees, sweeping the debris from the bedroom floor. "The question though is who?"
"We know no-one survived me torching their compound," Hanna reminds.
"Except that medic-cop-person."
"She was undercover, trying to bring down the Ethereal. Plus, we saved her life."
"She wouldn't have been in danger if it wasn't for your pyromania."
"I seriously doubt she knows anything about my Crystal."
"I wouldn't be so sure; she'd have known you had it."
"But she wouldn't have known about my ability to use it."
Rob thinks for a moment. "I guess."
Hanna pauses. "Why do you seem so eager to implicate her in all this?"
"I'm not; I'm just exploring all the possibilities."
"Then shut up and keep sweeping."
Rob continues in silence; Hanna turns her attention back to clearing the bed.
Fifteen minutes later, all the broken glass has been cleared away. Hanna is busy fixing some sheets to cover the door to the balcony; with no glass, the breeze is carrying some of the rain into the bedroom.
"I think it's best to sleep in the den tonight," Hanna suggests.
"We can keep the safe better protected down there too," Rob agrees, preparing to move the safe from the weapon chest.
"I call the sofa."
"Only if you help me set up on the floor."
"Fair enough." Hanna finishes fixing the sheets. "OK, I'm done here; let's get the safe moved." She joins Rob by the open weapon chest; together, they remove the safe, and carry it downstairs.
At the entrance to the den, Rob turns the light on. The entire floor of the den is covered in shattered glass; Hanna and Rob can only stare in disbelief.
"I've changed my mind," Rob sighs. "I think the safe will be fine where it was."
