Jordan turned into the driveway, turning off his car and taking a moment to relax. He rubbed his head, there was a stinging pain that just wouldn't go away. He looked in the rearview mirror in an attempt to find any injuries. Upon looking in the mirror he had to shake himself before looking again. Smeared blood ran across his forehead, and as he looked to his hands there was plenty more.

He thought for a moment, "How the hell did that get there?"

Jordan tugged his shirt, examining the bloodstains that covered it. There were no open wounds on his body either, it definitely wasn't from himself. He shook his head, confusion still plaguing his mind. He had a brief recollection, something about the pizzeria, but that was it.

A smile crept onto Jordan's face, this could very possibly be the blood of Vincent. Jordan shrugged to himself, it may not have been his original intention was it was definitely a good one. Hope filled Jordan, maybe this could finally be the end of all that pizzeria nonsense. No more Vincent or having to deal with those no-good animatronics, Silver might just finally be safe.

The hope died, as there was always the possibility Silver could have taken care of him. Of course she would do that….he should've taken care of Vincent when she wasn't there.

But then again, although he believed Vincent to be very feeble minded, he wasn't completely stupid. He wouldn't come out if Silver wasn't there. If he himself went to go lure him out, Vincent wouldn't listen.

Jordan grabbed his jacket and stepped out of the car, angrily slamming the door shut. For a moment he tried to recollect himself, making sure he didn't have a total outburst in the house. Jordan walked up to the door, quickly wiping his hands on the jacket before he stepped inside. He ever so quietly put the keys on the counter, holding tightly to the jacket he would have to go wask.

He began to walk into the living room while he simultaneously pulled out his phone to check for any calls.

"Well you're home late."

Jordan snapped his head up, looking to see Goldy sitting on the couch There was a small lamp on that provided light to the paper that Goldy read.

"I just wanted to get out, what's wrong with that?" Jordan tried to keep his voice low.

Goldy continued to skim along the lines of the paper, "Going out for long periods of time is what, especially at this hour."

"You're up late too, what's your excuse?" Jordan placed his phone down at his side again as he glared at Goldy from across the room.

"I'm reading, and I'm always up late, you should know that. Plus I've been in the house all day, no suspicious activities I might add." Goldy smiled.

"Sure," Jordan gave a slow nod.

"Now what were you doing? Not many places are open right now, and you don't seem drunk or anything."

Jordan huffed, "I was just out driving, that's it."

"For most of the night, huh? Very believable, that's always your excuse, isn't it?" Goldy raised a brow.

"I like to get out, I didn't think that was an issue." Jordan sighed.

"You went to the pizzeria, didn't you?" Goldy's face fell as he held the paper firm.

"What!" Jordan still tried to keep his voice low. "Why would I do that!"

Goldy shook his head, "Jordan, you need to leave her alone."

Jordan crossed his arms, "I told you-"

"No, now I'm the one telling you. She's old enough to take care of herself, and I know that place and it's people better than anyone. She's perfectly fine," Goldy set down the paper. "-and picking fights with Vincent is just going to make it worse."

"You wouldn't know that, she's my sister and my responsibility!"

"Jordan, no she is not. Silver is responsible for her own well-being now, you need to let it go,"

"You just wouldn't understand…" Jordan scoffed

"Alright Jordan, I am not going to continue to argue with you. Just stay here for the night, don't go back for awhile. In fact, maybe you should apologize." He began to walk up the stairs. "And I think she'd appreciate it if you actually meant it this time."

Jordan rolled his eyes once more, shutting off the lamp as he watched Goldy walk up the final steps to the top floor. He fell back on the couch, unwilling to follow Goldy upstairs where another possible lecture was in store. There was a blanket off to the side that Jordan grabbed, tightly curling up as he fell asleep.

But in no time Jordan had woken up again, but this time a darker atmosphere surrounded him, one that was not the living room he fell asleep in. There was no comfort, and definitely no sense of safety.

With no light, he wandered aimlessly.

Jordan continued to walk feeling his feet hit a tiled surface. He continued, watching as the walls around him recieved patterns and color. However everything still had some sort of darker tint, and as things continued to change he had recognized the familiar setting of the pizzeria.

He rolled his eyes, probably some stupid payback for pummeling Vincent. He worked with these things for years, and once he realized they were just a bunch of little kids, he lost his fear for found his way further down the hall to the lit up office. The doors were shut from both sides, so all he could do was look through the window.

All he saw was that Silver was shredded, beyond repair in fact. She just lay there on the floor, bruised, bloodied, and battered. Jordan became used to the gruesome scenes that took place here, but this was different. The whole scene gave him an unpleasant feeling, one he couldn't describe.

Jordan could only take a step back, taking in a deep breath.

"You're shocked." Jordan looked behind him at Vincent. "I would say I'm surprised...but I'm not."

"What the hell do you want? You have no right to be in my head, get out!"

"Like it? The gruesome display you put on." Vincent used an arm to point to the window.

"Bull. You're just messing with me after I beat the hell out of you not that long ago. That's not what happened." Jordan crossed his arms with a glare, received a slightly surprised look from Vincent. A surprised look that quickly vanished.

"What do you think happened?" Vincent sent a harsh glare. "I don't look very injured, do I? Wouldn't be able to broadcast myself this far to you if I was. A waste of energy in my opinion."

"I strongly believe I beat the crap out of you." Jordan tightened his fists.

Jordan was about to speak again, but he felt a small tug on his pant leg. He snapped around, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong there, Jordan?"

Jordan looked up, but the place where Vincent stood was empty. He looked around, filled with utter anger. "Back to hiding, huh!"

"What are you talking about? I'm right here." Vincent's voice came from a door to the left, but still nothing was there.

"Right here~!"

Jordan turned, looking behind him where the voice had projected from. But Vincent was nowhere to be seen. Yet another time Joran had felt the tug on his leg, but this time he felt something small and cold run up his back, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

He swatted at his back, shaking his entire body before standing still again. This time, Vincent was right in front of him, a simple smile on his face as the little rabbit shadow stood behind him.

"Now that-" Vincent smiled, "That's a nice example of how to use energy properly."

"I'm tired of your little games!" Jordan stood up straighter, "What? Bring me here just to scare me? Cause you aren't very good at it."

"Lets just say that you 'beating the crap out of me' was not what happened." Vincent shook his head. "That little display was very real, you caused that Jordan, with your own two hands."

"You're lying." Jordan hissed.

Vincent shook his head, "Why would I?"

"You're joking, right?" Jordan hissed. "This is all just some big joke, what are you getting back at me for this time, huh?"

"Do I have to say it again? You mercilessly attacked Silver, and you think it's bad that I have a problem with that? If anyone, you should be the one who's worried." Vincent paused, "But that would contradict what you did...so I'm not quite sure what's going on inside that little head of yours Jordan."

Jordan shook his head, "All you are is a liar and a monster, if anything you attacked her and I saved her!"

Vincent sent a glare of confusion, "You really have things mixed up now, Jordan. If anyone was a liar and a monster, it'd be you. And I'm sure I could have a few people back me up on that."

"I-"

"You attacked Silver, I saved her, these are the facts. Even right now, she's under my care, and very safe I might add."

Jordan growled, "She's never safe there, not even for minute!"

"She was until you came along."

"Like I said," Jordan sent another glare. "You're nothing but a liar."

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Be my guest, go ahead and think that. But I think it's over by this 's no point in arguing." He pointed at Silver. "She isn't going to forgive you for this."

As Jordan snapped around again the hallway grew longer, and so did the distance between him and Vincent. He gave one final shout before he was surrounded in the familiar atmosphere of darkness.

Within no time at all Jordan sat up from the couch. His blanket sprawled on the floor next to him, one that probably fell off during his dream. Jordan shook his head, shaking off all the past remnants of Vincent's dream. Without thought Jordan sprang running to grab his keys and rushing out the door.

Jordan was going to do something about that dream, he did know what exactly, but he was determined to make Vincent pay the consequences. His life was private and he didn't want that restaurant anywhere near it.

He pulled into the parking lot, making sure his knife was safely tucked away in his pocket. He jumped out of the car and ran into the pizzeria.

Jordan made his way down to the light that lit up a portion of the hallway from the office. The only sound he could hear was his heavy steps, everything else remained silent. As he walked to the office he grabbed the side of the door and pushed himself inside the there was nothing.

Nothing except Silver who was in the far corner across the room. She was sleeping with a bandage around her chest, a bloodstained one. Beside her was some small animatronic, but Jordan hadn't bothered to was just going to take Silver and go. Get her out, then he'd give Vincent a piece of his mind.

Jordan walked into the room, rushing towards Silver.

Within seconds the lights flickered out, and Jordan felt a strong force hit him from under the chin. He stumbled back, hitting his head against the door that had somehow closed behind him. But there was nothing in front of him, nothing around him.

For a moment he could see, he saw the outlines against the wall, ones darker than the room itself. Jordan spun around, looking for any being that cast a shadow. There was nothing, nothing in the room.

"What the hell…"

Jordan threw himself up, attempting to grab for Silver. he was slammed in the stomach, directly on top of the bruise that appeared earlier.

The outlines were gone, but Jordan swore he saw more from the corners of his eyes. He kept spinning, hoping to make eye contact with one. But he couldn't, thus came another beating.

Jordan was tossed around as if he were weightless. Thrown against the floor, the wall, he was even thrown up onto the table. Everytime he saw something, he swore he did. Jordan swore some dark force from hell was responsible for these beatings. Vincent, that had to be it, hiding behind the curtains as he usually did.

"Show yourself you coward!" Jordan managed to yell while he covered his head.

There was a long span of silence, and the pain stopped for a moment.

"You think I'm that stupid? I'm not as gullible as you think I am…" Jordan heard a voice waft around the room.

Then Jordan was beat again, the bruises forming all around his body. He saw more this time, black outlines speeding across the room.

Shadows would go under him, then he would be slammed.

This didn't make any sense, how was this possible.

"Hey!" Jordan turned to Silver, eyes glaring in his direction. "Both of you! Knock it off!"

There was a long moment of silence again, then the pain stopped. The lights flickered back on and Jordan slowly rose from the spot on the floor.

Silver was in the corner, slightly using the wall to stand. The small animatronic had left, and Jordan pondered where the small thing had gone. Immediately his attention was thrown to the door, where he swore he saw the darker shadows leaving. Jordan ran to the door in an attempt to keep the fight going but they were already gone

The other door had opened and Vincent ran in, not bothering to notice Jordan who was beat up and off to the side. Instead he helped Silver stand, looking around for something.

"But he hurt you," Vincent spoke quietly so Jordan couldn't hear. "If anything he deserved that!"

"Just...don't make it worse, it'll just screw things up…" She rubbed her head and stepped away from him. "I might have to rest up-"

"I know, that's fine," Vincent broke in. "It's your choice."

"I'll be back, don't worry," Silver gave a small laugh as she began to walk out. Mere moments later she had snapped around to Jordan

"Listen-"

"No, you listen!" Silver was full of anger, trying her best to hold herself back. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

"I know….I know….I have no excuse-but I swear, I didn't want to hurt you…" Jordan trailed off. "I'm sorry…"

Silver shook her head, "Is that it? Is that all you've got to say?"

Jordan noticed Vincent out of the corner or his eye, leaning back against the doorway to the office, ever so slightly looking at them.

"Jordan!" Silver snapped her fingers close up to his face. Jordan regained attention. "It sure doesn't feel like you're sorry!"

Jordan turned back to her. "Silver I really am, I swear. I didn't mean it," He reached out for a moment, but a small thin shadow came right at him, snapping at his wrist before he got the chance.

Jordan pulled back his hand, keeping himself from wincing.

Silver shook her head, "You know what Jordan, just go home. I'd rather just stay here, I've still got a few more hours before my shift ends. I can rest up and be able to drive."

"Silver, no! You are coming home with me, you're hurt.-"

"Let me put it this way." Silver harshly poked Jordan in the chest. "If you don't leave, I'm going to have some real trouble forgiving you. I'm sure everyone else would like to hear about this."

Jordan narrowed his eyes at her. "You wouldn't."

Silver pressed her hand to Jordan's chest, shoving him off, "Then just leave."

He looked shocked for a moment, and with one swift movement he walked right out the door into the parking lot. Truding his feet against the ground and kicking up rubble. Jordan stepped into his car, turning on the engine.

In a split decision Jordan drove around and parked at the side of the building. He shut off the car, sitting back against the seat. He knew it was all because of Vincent, he would've been able to get her out of there if it weren't for him. When he got the chance to talk to her alone she'd listen…

Silver crossed her arms, standing in complete silence for a moment. An reassuring hand rested on her back. "You made the right choice."

"I'm just not sure, I'll have to talk to him." Silver sighed, rubbing her arm.

Vincent shook his head, "After all he's done to you? You're going to forgive him… again?"

A small sting ran through her body, it was upsetting. She felt an unusual pain run through her gut, guilt. Something told her she shouldn't forgive him, but another said she should.

"But he's my brother."' She looked up to him. "I have to forgive him at some point."

"No." Vincent looked at her and shook his head. "Anyone who abuses you like that shouldn't even be called a friend, much less a family member. You need to take a step away from him, he's much too dangerous."

"But we live so close, he's been with me for so long. He's become a huge part of my life," Silver explained.

Vincent gradually lead her back to the office, "He's been abusing you for long enough, blood or not, you need to leave him. You need to take a break from interacting with him for awhile. We'll all be here, you know that."

Silver sat down in the chair with Vincent's hand still on her back. "I'm not sure I can do it…"

Vincent nodded. "You can. If you're willing to at least try I can help you, it's a start."

There was a long moment of silence. Silver's head was full of doubt and worry, she wasn't sure what would happen. If she avoided Jordan, things might not go well. There were so many things that could go wrong.

With thought Silver responded with a slow nod, "I-I'll try."

"Alright-" Vincent was cut off by heavy banging that began to travel down the hallway closer to the office. The stinging feeling of panic ran through both Silver and Vincent for a moment, but once the animatronics had reached their sight the feeling vanished.

Foxy and Freddy had peeked through the doorway, with a frantic BB bringing around the rear.

"Are you alright?" BB yelled as he ran into the room, grabbing onto Silver's legs. "We were going to come see what happened, but Freddy didn't want us leaving," BB stuck out his tongue.

"Hey now! It was all in good conscience!" Freddy snapped back.

Silver shook her head, "It was for the better, BB. I couldn't imagine what could have happened if you were here."

Another wave of guilt, that stinging pain in the gut, came onto her. If any animatronic had come during Jordan's episode...she didn't want to think what he could have done. Jordan knew how they worked, he definitely could have torn out some wires in his bitter rampage. Much less, BB, who was much more fragile and easily could have been destroyed by Jordan.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Vincent placed a hand softly on to Silver's shoulder. "Hey now, everyone's fine. Besides you, no one was injured. Relax." Silver nodded, turning to the more concerned Foxy and Freddy who were still in the doorway.

"What on earth happened?" Freddy said, "We heard some clatter earlier in the night, but when we were going to come check we saw Jordan run in and those shadows came out of nowhere."

Silver sighed, the lump in her throat kept her silent for a moment. "Jordan came in and straight up attacked me for some reason. Vincent scared him off, and then again when he tried to come back…"

"Why that no good rat!" Foxy yelled suddenly, "If he ever lays a finger on you again, lassie I swear I'll cut him in two!"

Silver couldn't help but send out a small chuckle, "Thank you Foxy."

"After the beating he got I'd doubt he'd come here ever again," Vincent shrugged. Silver nodded, but seconds later sighed after doubts came back.

"I'm not to sure, he's really persistent...he would come and go ten times if he wanted."

Foxy...laughed, "Well then we'd better give him a reason to never come back then! If he does come back, of course…"

"Oh! I wanna help too!" BB finally broke out of his silence. "I'll...I'll hit him with a bat! Yeah! Just like you did Silver!"

The painstaking memories of Jeremy flooded the thoughts of both Silver and Vincent. Silver laughed it off, trying not to think of him anymore.

"Maybe that old one is still around!" BB exclaimed.

Silver shook her head, "B, I don't think so...I don't even remembered what I did with it afterwards. Besides, that was before all the renovating, it might not be here."

BB stood up straight, releasing Silver's legs. "Hm! Well I'm gonna go look, there's no harm!" Within moments a prideful BB ran off into the hallway, going to who knows where.

After watching him go, Freddy turned back into the room. "Listen, what if this happens again? What should we do?"

Silver thought for a moment. "I'm sure you could, I'd be good to have some sort of backup, right?" She looked at Vincent who snapped out of deep thought.

"Hm?"

"Backup. If Jordan ever comes again, they should be ready to help just incase, right?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow at her. "Isn't it much better to let the police deal with that? If he ever comes again just call the police, he's breaking in and trying to hurt you after all. I'm sure both of those are punishable by some sort of crime. Like what he did today, just call the police."

Silver slightly tilted her head, "And get involved with him ever more? Possibly making him mad, I don't think so. Besides, if he does come again, shouldn't we do something?"

"And have people get hurt, again?" Vincent shook his head, "I'd rather him face against a gun than face against us."

Silver sighed, "What if that doesn't work? What if the phones aren't working or something?"

"Listen." Vincent took off his hat and held it it front of her. "As long as I'm wearing this, and as long as I'm still here, no one's going to get hurt anymore." Vincent placed it back on his head, "If the first plan doesn't hold up then I've got more. Trust me, if he ever steps in here again he will be dealt with, and no one's going to get hurt in the process."

"But what if the shadows-"

"I've mastered them, you won't have to worry about them not working, they will. That you can count on."

Silver turned back to Freddy. "I'm sure things will work out, I mean if things don't go well I'm sure you could come and help."

"But don't count on it." Vincent tipped his hat. "I'm sure I've got this under control."

Silver gave a mere shrug to them, but Freddy and Foxy sent back a nod.

"Well, we'll go talk with the others to let them know what happened." Freddy smiled, "Please let us know if anything else comes up."

Foxy and Freddy had said goodbye, leaving mere seconds later. Complete silence ensued before Silver turned her chair to Vincent.

"What was that all about?"

Vincent sat down. "What do you mean?"

"They just wanted to help." Silver sighed. "There's no reason to push them off like that."

He shook his head, "It's my job to protect them, if they get hurt or broken it's on me. I have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"You can't take all that responsibility on yourself, then you'll end up getting hurt." She lightly grabbed his arm, "And if you get hurt, what are we gonna do?"

"Then I'll just have to make sure I don't get hurt then, as simple as that. I can go invisible you know."

Silver shook her head, "Remember what happened last time when you tried to take on a dangerous man by yourself? With the shadows I might add."

"I have self control now." Vincent straightened up in his chair, "I can control them better, I'm aware of what I'm doing now. You won't have to worry about that incident ever happening again. In fact, I'd rather stop talking about it…"

Silver felt sick, that sharp pain in her stomach again. "I'm sorry." She shook her head, "I shouldn't have mentioned it…"

More silence came in for awhile, as Silver quietly tapped around on the screen of the tablet. Meanwhile Vincent contemplated on what to do next, he wasn't sure what to say, he wasn't very good at this…

"Listen, I'm sorry too." Vincent slid his chair closer to her, "I mean, I didn't mean to be like that. You know I lo-" He brought his hand to his head, "...I'm not very good at this. I sound like Romeo...disgusting.."

Silver shook her head, sending a small smile. "Don't worry, it's okay. I love you too."

Vincent smiled, "Good… yes, I still gotta try getting a hang on that. I'm no Romeo."

"If you say so." Silver chuckled.

Vincent leaned his head against the table, watching as Silver mindlessly went through the different cameras. The silence that followed after was a longer than before, as boredom claimed Silver's mind. She knew the end of her shift wasn't too long now, but still it seemed so far.

Vincent leaned his head against the table, watching as Silver mindlessly went through the different cameras. The silence that followed after was a longer than before, as boredom claimed Silver's mind. She knew the end of her shift wasn't too long now, but still it seemed so far.

All she could do was think, think about the possible impending doom that could occur if Jordan came back. The reassurance from Vincent wasn't seeming to do enough, there was just more worry that followed. That strange and uncomfortable feeling that attacked Silver's gut, it had never completely left.

The way Vincent planned on going about the situation only made it worse. Silver had dealt with the police time after time in her life, and she didn't want them coming here again. She was surprised Vincent even mentioned the police, from his actions thus far she thought Vincent would take Jordan head on all by himself. After all, he had done just that mere hours ago.

Calling the police wouldn't make things any better, and neither would the shadows. Silver looked into the tablet, frowning as the worry and guilt fell on her yet again.

Vincent had all the wrong ideas on how to deal with Jordan, and that would only make things more disastrous if he came back. Vincent could get hurt, Jordan would most likely go to jail, then everything after that would just fall apart. Bad reputation for the pizzeria would build, then before Silver knew it she would lose her job and many of those who she loved. If Jordan did come back, it could ruin her entire life.

Through the heavy thoughts Silver stayed silent, if she started crying out of the blue that would only spark more worry from Vincent. The last thing anyone needed right now was more worry.

Meanwhile, Vincent was having his own little planning session. Trying his best, figuring out exactly what he would do if Jordan returned. He knew there were few phones inside the place, if Jordan cut the power they would only have Silver's own phone to rely on. That may be too big of a risk.

Maybe he could ask Silver for one, or maybe Romeo, even Max was a possibility. Having his own phone would assure Silver's protection, and Jordan wouldn't know about it. Just one more trick to have up his sleeve if Jordan ever stepped foot inside those two front doors again.

He was leaning more towards Romeo or Max, Silver may get suspicious and reassure him once again that she'd be fine. But against Jordan, Vincent knew that wasn't true. In Vincent's eyes, Jordan was nothing short of a demon, one that could become that of a cold blooded killer. At times Vincent knew he was like that, but he had made up for it. After saving Silver's life many times and showing true-what was it called-love? Yes, aftering showing his true love towards people like Max and Silver he had made up for it.

Meanwhile Jordan continued to dig himself a hole, he'd eventually just get so deep that there was no way he could get out. If the police did catch him Vincent silently hoped he'd rot in jail, but if Silver knew he was thinking such things he knew she'd get upset.

After all, she had been skeptical about his plans. He was just trying to protect her and then she'd go off on how his ideas were a little too harsh. It upset him, just a little, but enough to keep a solid frown on his face and his head on the table for awhile. But he knew Silver would eventually understand, once she was finally safe she would.

After what seemed like hours on end of silence, the clock had struck 5:30, the shift wouldn't be long now.

Then there was the slightest noise outside the office, something like shuffling. Vincent perked his head up, his eyes focused on the door. Something small flew through the office window, and disappeared completely out the back of the office. Silver dropped the tablet, sending a surprised look to Vincent.

"What on earth was that?" Worry was present as she looked back to the wall.

Seconds later a little face accompanied with long black hair and worn clothing peeked through the wall. . "Sorry...I went a little too fast…"

"Well what exactly were you doing Catherine?" Silver laughed, turning her chair around.

"I heard something real bad happened!" Catherine came out from the wall. "Is everything okay?"

Vincent nodded, "Everything's okay, no need to worry."

"Well what-" Catherine looked to the bandages around Silver's chest and stomach. "Oh no!" She floated closer, "What happened!"

Catherine stuck her transparent hand through the bandages into Silver's stomach. Silver shivered as she felt the cold mist go through her almost completely. Catherine had taken her hand and put it back in several times until Vincent had told her to stop, seeing the discomfort on Silver's face.

"Silver just got a little hurt, she's perfectly fi-"

"But what happened?" Catherine leaned closer, "How did she get hurt? What happened?"

Silver sighed, "Catherine, someone just came in and caused a little trouble, that's all."

"What happened after they came in? Where are they now?" Catherine looked around the office for any trace of someone else.

"Don't worry Catherine." Silver smiled, "Vincent scared him away."

Catherine gasped, smiling, "You did! How'd you do it Vincent? How'd you do it?"

"Aw, nothing much." Vincent smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "A few friends of mine helped, and then I scared him off myself."

"Oh yes." Silver rolled her eyes with a smile. "Aren't you glad that someone as brave and strong as Vincent is here to protect you, Catherine?"

Vincent turned to Silver, slightly flustered.

"You bet! Vincent you're so amazing, I've got to go tell everyone else!" With the same speed as she came in, Catherine sped out.

"So, strong and brave, huh?" Vincent grinned.

She shook her head, "Don't read too much into that."

Silver took a peek at the clock, and turned to Vincent. "Looks like I've got to go now, my shifts over in a little bit."

Silver stood up from the chair, stretching for a moment but wincing back in pain. Vincent went ghost moments later, floating next to her as she began to exit the office.

"Are you sure you're safe to go back home?" Vincent questioned, following Silver outside of the office.

Silver shook her head, "Yes, I'm sure I'll be okay. I've got a bunch of people near me, and Goldy is always next door if I need him."

Vincent sighed."What if he does come to you? What will you do?"

"Jordan would only do that sort of thing late at night, if he does I'll be sure to call the police and bring Max and I over here." Silver smiled.

Vincent nodded, "Please stay safe."

"Don't worry, I will."

"Vincent!"

Vincent turned around only to be air-tackled by the several small ghost children. "We came to thank you Vincent!" Catherine exclaimed.

"Thank you!" A few of them exclaimed.

Vincent smiled, ever so slowly hugging them all back. "It was nothing much, really."

"Nonsense!" Silver grinned. "You all keep thanking Vincent!"

Catherine slipped out from the hug for a moment and looked at Silver with sad eyes. "Are you leaving?"

Silver nodded, "But I'll be back, as I always do. But, just be careful and listen to Vincent if something happens."

She nodded, "Don't worry, I promise I will!"

The moment of happiness caused Silver to smile one final time before leaving, "See you all in a little while!"

Many of the children and including Vincent responded, "Bye!"

Vincent watched Silver leave, the many children still clinging on to him, looking outside as he too felt the sharp pain in his stomach, that guilty feeling. If Silver got hurt it may as well be all his fault. He was going to ask to go with her, but Vincent knew she wouldn't have agreed to that. Plus he had to stay there, take care of everyone. Within moments Vincent half convinced himself Silver was going to be fine, and watched her drive out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Moments later he saw another car speed off from the side of the pizzeria towards the main street. Vincent floated closer to the doors, watching as the car stopped. A line of other vehicles had cut it off, and the car sped off once it could.

"What was that, Vincent?" Catherine looked back to Vincent.

"Nothing to worry about, everything's going to be fine." Vincent responded with a stern nod. He let go of the children and watched them run back to the stage-room. If Jordan even spoke a word to Silver or had the guts to come back, he was going to give him one hell of a bad time.