John found himself alone with Lita the next day. Neither of them said anything for awhile, mostly because they both felt really awkward. "So," John said slowly, trying to break up the awkwardness. "Why Chris?"

Lita rolled her eyes. "Why does everybody keep asking me that? Chris is a sweetheart. I like that about him."

"Yeah, he's better than your last boyfriend."

"Don't start on Edge. I really don't want to talk about him right now."

John held up his hands. "Sorry. I couldn't help getting a shot in."

"Well try harder. I can't take that crap right now."

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Lita sighed. "I'm pregnant, I'm emotional, I'm freaking terrified that something is going to eat the father of my child…" She stopped and shook her head. "I can't stand this. I don't know how they put up with this. There are freaking DEMONS everywhere in this city and nobody seems to give a damn."

"Lita, they grew up with all this crap," John explained. "It's nothing new to them. They fight the evil, they make sure the world doesn't end and then they go back to what they were doing before. I actually like the simplicity of it."

"Yeah, well, you don't have a baby to worry about," she muttered.

There was no arguing with that truth. Nobody else in the house was pregnant.

Cody came in the room and sat down in the seat next to John. "Oh how I hate my dad."

"What happened?" John asked.

"His trial started today and that's as far as I want to get into it," Cody explained. He propped his feet on to the coffee table. "I've got enough to worry about without his bullshit. Jackie's been acting really funky today, which is never a good sign."

John had noticed Jackie hadn't been herself all day. "What's wrong with her?"

"Nobody knows, which is also not a good sign. Damian said it was probably woman problems, but I think it's more serious than that."

"So go upstairs and ask her what's wrong," Lita suggested.

"But I just sat down!" Cody whined.

John rolled his eyes and got up. "Fine, I'll do it. Lazy ass."

"I'm not a lazy ass!" Cody yelled as John went upstairs. "I'm just anti-getting back up. There's a big difference!"

"Sure there is," John muttered. He knocked on Jackie's door. "Jackie? Can I come in?"

She didn't answer. He went ahead and opened her door. He found her staring out the window, seemingly lost in her own world. "Hey are you okay?" he asked. "I think the others are worried about you."

"They should be," she said softly. She refused to turn around and look at him. "We all need to be worried."

Okay, that wasn't good. "Why?" John asked. "Why do we need to be worried?"

Jackie sighed and turned around. Her skin had turned about five shades paler and her veins were actually starting to stick out. Her eyes had turned almost completely black. "He's coming."

John was absolutely shocked by her appearance. "What happened to you? Who's coming?"

"The demon knows he's coming," Jackie whispered.

"Who?" John nearly yelled. "Who is coming?"

"Harvey." The father that killed her mother and the man who she believed to be her father. The man that tried to kill her twice before.

The man who Cody once described as "The scariest mother fucker on the face of this planet."

John only had one response to that revelation: "Oh shit."