Elise sat alone in the office with nothing but the soft sound of the clock ticking that managed to go along with her heart beat.

She looked at everything on the walls from a distance as she remembered the conversation with Professor Jonas; there were chills down her spine as she recalled every word that was spoken.

"Ms. Hannity," the professor spoke "…there is no stopping Bughuul." He told her.

"To your knowledge." Elise remarked.

Professor Jonas shrugged his shoulders "Yes. But what you're dealing with is a deity, there's no real way to kill a deity." He told her.

Elise adjusted herself in her chair "Professor Jonas, I don't have a lot of options. There aren't any children in the house…it's just my father and I. I'm quite concerned about not knowing what Bughuul will do, or how he will go about doing things."

The professor nodded, his fingers pressing together while silence engulfed the room; Elise heard her breathing begin to shallow as Professor Jonas' lips parted.

"I'm sorry," he said "…but there's nothing I can do."

Elise felt her throat swell "But…there has to be something." She said.

"No." he said.

Elise stared at the professor "No?" she asked rhetorically.

The professor sighed "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help to you."

"No…you can, you just don't want to! You're so afraid of having more blood on your hands—and lets be honest, Ellison's death was not your fault—that you turn away people who you could probably help…lives you could save." Elise said before getting up from her chair.

Elise looked at the professor "You were a complete waste of time…in case you didn't already know." She said before walking out of his office.

Elise brushed away a forming tear, she let a deep breathe escape her lips before she stood up and began to pace around the office.

Her mind wandered from topic to topic before she saw an unopened box in the corner of the house, she could have sworn that her and Deputy Olsen had opened all the boxes as she walked towards it.

She opened the box only to be surprised by the contents as she picked up the box and placed it on her desk.

The miscellaneous items, which Elise believed to have belonged to Ellison, had begun to collect dust as Elise pulled all the items out of the box one by one.

Elise sat in her chair and examined every belonging, grabbing each and getting a closer look when she finally picked up the glasses case; she gently opened it to find a pair of reading glasses inside.

She smiled, pulling the glasses out and placing the case on the edge of the desk; Elise looked through the glasses and smiled before putting them on.

The bifocals were strong as Elise swiftly took them off and began to blink furiously.

"Damn Ellison," Elise spoke aloud "…you were getting old." She said, putting the glasses on the table and leaning back in the chair as she rubbed her eyes.

After looking up at the ceiling for a few minutes, Elise turned the light on her cell phone to see the time: 11:30 P.M.

Elise groaned as she grabbed her cell phone while standing up from the chair and putting it in her back pocket; she gave herself a good stretch before turning off the light and leaving the office.

She walked past the living room to find her father sitting in his lounge chair, grading papers as a fire lit up the entire room.

"Are you still up?" she asked, walking into the living room.

Harold looked up from his paper "Yes. Obviously…why are you still up?" he asked.

"Oh," Elise mumbled, putting her hands in her cardigan pockets as she thought up an excuse "I lost track of time." She said.

Harold nodded "Were you in the office again?" he asked.

Elise tensed as she looked at her dad "Maybe." She said softly.

He took his glasses off and looked at his daughter "What do you do in there? It's supposed to be my office, but I can't use it." He said.

"Have you been in there?" Elise asked, perching her neck out towards her father.

Harold shook his head "No, I respect your privacy…but should I go in there?" he asked.

Elise shook her head "No. There's nothing really going on in there." She said.

"So…what are you doing in there?" Harold asked again.

Elise smiled, trying to think of another excuse when she shrugged her shoulders "Just…uhm…writing…pacing…stuff…" she said.

Harold smirked "You use my office to pace around? You have an entire house to do that!" he said with a chuckle.

Elise chuckled "Yeah…but the view to the yard is just beautiful back there…so…yeah…"

Her father nodded "Alright," he said as he put his reading glasses back on "Goodnight, Elise." He said, going back to his papers.

Elise nodded "Goodnight." She said, walking up the stairs and into her bedroom for the night.


She awoke with a strong thirst, one of the side effects of her medications; she huffed as she forced herself out of bed and out into the hallway.

Elise groggily walked down the staircase and into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water when she heard a buzzing sound coming from somewhere on the first floor of the house.

She put the glass of water down while following the noise that was coming from down the hall and in the office.

"Hello?" Elise asked as she opened the office door and peeked inside to find a bright light that blinded her for a second before she regained her vision.

The projector was on, but the film was clearly over as she film reel flipped at the end as it kept spinning.

Elise turned off the projector and looked around in the dark, she walked to the backdoors and gave the knobs a jiggle, only to find that they were locked.

She swallowed hard as she began to slowly back out of the office, making sure nothing or nobody was going to come out and alarm her when she bumped into something.

Elise gasped as she turned around to find the door to the office that she had bumped into and nothing else, she chuckled as she walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.

She chuckled as she rubbed her eye, going back to her glass of water when she felt something behind her as she slowly turned around to find a young girl standing in front of her.

Elise gasped as the small red headed girl stood in front of her with blank eyes, she dropped her glass of water as she screamed in bloody murder.