Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Humor

Rating: M for sexual situations and language

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Since this chapter and the next are so short, 20 pages, I'll be posting the next one tomorrow, if anyone wants to read it.

A/N #2: Glad to get feedback for the last chapter to get to know what readers thought of it so will go ahead and get to my thank yous for them! TORONTOSUN (Happy to see you like that they build theory together here and you make a great point, it does keep them on their toes!) and vetgirlmx (Great to read that you thought the chapter was nice. I wasn't surprised to see you mentioned the twist that you were waiting for, lol, I knew you were expecting that. And yeah, not surprised either you still think the guy looks suspicious, was what I was aiming for there, lol. I was really pleased to see that you love the fact that the Fosters are helping them out with the case, really wanted to include them in some way. But not surprised that you're hoping they won't get hurt with them doing that. Also glad that you like that the killer is toying with them, it's interesting to write that, lol. But nice that you don't mind there being no motive at the moment, lol, like to toy with that as well. And I figure the reference to Friday the 13th would have been too obvious coming from Castle so I went with David since it was still pretty close, lol. And yeah, lol, it's why their friends you make a good point. I'm not surprised you're thinking they're going to find an axe or else some other weapon on a door; I like to build up that suspense. I also wasn't too taken aback at what you said about the guests getting panicked with the body, will have to see of course how things go with that too! But so happy that you can't wait to see what happens next and now you don't need to anymore!). Thanks so much for the reviews, loved reading them and also very appreciative that you both took the time to send them to me!

A/N #3: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Dead Man's Party by the band Oingo Boingo, from their album of the same name.

Hit By Something

"Simone?" Beckett said, reaching down to the woman who she'd found at the top of the stairs, trying to block her view. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, what… what are you doing?" she asked, attempting to sit up then. She glared at Beckett before she pushed her out of her way. "Oh my… god," she cried when she then saw her husband being carried away. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"I'm afraid he's dead," Beckett replied. She wasn't surprised when the woman cried out in obvious pain and she grabbed her arm as she nearly began to collapse to the floor.

"How… we… we were coming upstairs to go to our room," Simone replied, tears in her eyes. "We just wanted to break from the living room and then I was hit on the back of the head."

Castle, who had helped the other two men carry the body of Whitson to the couple's room, murmured into his wife's ear when he had reached her and when she looked at him he nodded.

"What is it?" Simone asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"He hung himself," Beckett said as gently as she could.

The woman's eyes widened considerably before she said, "No my husband wouldn't commit suicide, we have a son… he loved him. No this is the murderer, he targeted my husband. Where is he?"

"Mrs. Whitson," Castle said, trying to grab for her though she shoved him away before he could get a hold of her arm.

"Simone," Beckett started to say, thinking that the woman was going to try and see her husband. She rushed down the stairs after her to the parlor and grabbed her arm just before she launched herself at Greenglass.

"You bastard! You killed my husband!" Simone was screaming at him as Castle helped his wife in pulling her away.

"Someone… thank you," Castle started to say looking around at the guests and workers. "Does anyone know the man who was calling himself Lloyd?" he nearly yelled to all the guests surrounding the room.

Beckett wasn't in the least surprised when no one answered that and she then said, "Then was anyone able to notice the fact the Whitsons weren't there?"

"Okay," Castle said after a few people raised their hands. "What about someone else or another couple?"

"When did they leave?" Beckett asked, not putting that question to Simone as she didn't think she was in a fit state to answer.

"It was when I was looking back into the room," John said. "I thought they were coming here."

"They thought it was fine to go up," Castle said. When his wife nodded in agreement he then said, "What about before that, when we all gathered together in the living room?"

"He was in the family room," Mrs. Scarborough said, motioning to Greenglass who seemed to be a little perplexed after nearly being attacked.

"She's right," another guest said, others nodding in agreement.

"I don't think he had anything to do with this murder," Beckett said. "We don't," she quickly corrected herself. "Okay we'll head upstairs, no one move out of the Kemps' sight." She and Castle left the parlor after making sure Simone was secure there with other guests and once they were alone on the staircase she told him, "It's a little suspicious."

"Too fast," Castle replied before he looked at where the rope that had still held Whitson was still hanging. "To knock out her and then get him up and over."

"So Lloyd might not be working alone," Beckett mused.

"What're you thinking?" Castle asked.

"We need to isolate the rest of them," Beckett said.

"The living room again?" Castle suggested.

"I don't think so," Beckett replied easily. "It might be better if we had them in the library with David and Dale keeping watch."

"Right I should go tell them," Castle said as he then turned to head back down the stairs.

Beckett remained where she was to wait for him and she went over to the railing where the rope was hung over, seeing that there was a fixture on the wall that the end was tied to.

"Ms. Beckett?" Mudd said, coming out to her.

"Were you able to find anything?" Beckett asked him.

Mudd held his finger up to her and they looked down together to see that Castle was rushing back up to them. "Follow me, it's better if you see this," he told them simply.

As they passed the Greenglass room Castle glanced inside to check on the sight of water on the floor to maybe clue them to the fact that the window had been used by the killer to get in again. But since the rain was coming in there was no way to discern if a person had brought any water in with them, the rug there too dark to tell if water was tracked on it. He turned his head to his wife to see she was doing the same and he frowned slightly before they entered the Whitson's room where the man was laying on the bed.

"So the obvious cause of death is strangulation," Mudd began for the two. "But when I got his accessories off of him I noticed this."

"Bruises," Castle murmured. "In the shape of fingerprints."

Beckett didn't say anything to that news at first, watching the way the man's fingers were next to the oval shapes on the skin, around six inches below his right wrist. "We can eliminate the guests with this," she suddenly said.

"What?" Castle asked before he looked down at the wrist again and quickly discerned what she was talking about. "Could we?" he asked the doctor across the bed from them.

Studying the fingertip bruises Mudd soon told them, "I believe you could, this is the right thumb and forefinger. But how would you-"

"There are boxes of rubber gloves," Beckett replied. "Castle, stay with him and I'll come back up with everyone."

"Is it possible to narrow down the gender?" Castle said when he and the doctor were alone.

"I don't think so," Mudd replied, shaking his head. "Listen, you spoke with him and his wife and he then gets murdered-"

"It wasn't us," Castle said quickly, a little annoyed at the accusation.

"I'm not saying it was, but…" Mudd said.

"Believe me, you'll be fine," Castle said simply, looking over to the door. He was a little uncomfortable with the doctor uneasily glancing away from him so he went over to the doorway to wait for his wife.

"… not until you two prove yourselves innocent," a voice was saying in slight anger as they came up the stairs.

"My husband and I will do the same thing," Beckett said, coming upstairs from the parlor where she'd gathered everyone to go up. Looking at her husband she rolled her eyes and said, "We have to go in groups of four."

"Okay," Castle said easily, taking the glove she tossed to him. He quickly pulled it on and then went with the Manchesters, Kemps and Musgraves into the room before he paused for Greenglass to join them.

"You two first," Mr. Manchester said, sounding uneasy and trying to be strict.

Giving her husband a very slight shake of her head when he glanced to her briefly Beckett went over to the body and put her fingers next the shapes. The bruising showed up underneath and she let go, watching as her husband put his fingers on the skin. She saw that his fingertips were too broad to fit in what was there, though that was no surprise to her.

Castle pulled off his glove and jammed it into his pocket before he stood close to Beckett, watching as the Manchesters put their fingers on the bruises as well. That began a long wait as they watched the guests and six employees trying to see if one of them was the killer. But when the last person came in he realized something and said, "Where is Leah Plumey?"

"She was right behind me," Rory said, as he had been the last one into the room.

"Did anyone see her?" Beckett asked as she and Castle were rushing out of the room, going through the people who had remained in the hall at the Kemp's direction. "Has anyone seen Leah Plumey?"

There was a sudden, loud scream from the bottom of the house and everyone started to turn to go there when Castle and Beckett yelled at them to stop so they could go ahead of them.

As soon as they were in the entry at the bottom of the staircase Castle grabbed his wife's hand and they took off for the dining room where another scream was coming from. He could hear a woman crying for help after that and he and Beckett went to the ballroom to find that Leah was there, fighting off a figure; covered from head to toe in black; who stopped at their footsteps before it flew through an open window out into the rain. "Go," he told his wife, letting go of her hand as he went to the woman on the floor.

Beckett, though she wasn't too far behind the figure, looked outside the window to find nothing there. She was going to go out the window herself when she heard the sound of the door to the backyard opening distantly and she went to the doorway saying, "Who's going?" stopped by the people crowded there peering inside before she got out of the way of John.

"Carter, Manchester and my husband," Barclay's wife told her.

At that Beckett then went to where Castle and Mudd were with Leah and she asked, "Is she okay?"

"Yes she managed to fight off her attacker," Mudd said, having to speak a little loudly over the sobs of the woman below them.

"Can we take her to her room?" Castle asked, looking over at the doorway where the other guests were holding back Rory.

"Please," the man begged the doctor.

Motioning to the man Mudd waited for Rory to reach them before he said, "She can walk but considering how she's crying it's best if you help her."

Castle and Beckett stood up as the man helped his wife stand and they watched as the Plumeys walked out of the room, following them after a last glance at the still covered body of Helena Greenglass.

"Alright honey," Rory was saying to his wife after he'd helped her lay down on their bed in their room. "Do you think you can talk to them?"

Her hands shaking as she brought up a tissue to her eyes Leah shook as she managed to control her sobs before she nodded once. "I… I was going upstairs when someone called to me," she said softly. "They were dressed as a… ninja."

"We only had one," Castle murmured to his wife. "And he was upstairs with us."

With an incline of her head to let him know she'd heard Beckett said to the woman, "What did they say to you?"

"That someone was in the ballroom and we had to go get them, it could be the killer," Leah replied. "So I went with him and as soon as I was near the window where he led me he tried to stab me with a knife."

"Thank god you were able to fight him off," Rory said, kissing his wife's hand lovingly.

"You know it was a man?" Beckett asked.

"His voice was deep and not like it was a woman trying to affect that kind of voice," Leah said.

"Do you remember the server at dinner with black hair, grey eyes?" Castle asked her then. "He wore a deep forest green costume."

"Yes but I don't know if that was him," Leah said a little doubtfully, looking towards the doorway.

"Sorry," John said as he was standing there. "I just wanted to make sure my guest is okay."

A little startled at the slightly aggressive tone in the owner's voice Castle looked at Beckett as he was watching the couple and then said, "Was this guy's voice disguised at all?"

"He was in a hurry," Leah replied. "I almost didn't understand him. I thought it was the… person who was dressed up as a ninja."

"That'll be Mr. McClellan," John replied. "I'll get him."

When his wife gave him a look Castle was quick to stand up and hurry to the man saying, "I'll come with you, better we distract him since he's going to wonder why we're bringing him up here."

"Okay, let's go," John said simply.

Beckett was a little confused at the abrupt turnaround from the man and she said to Leah as they began to wait, "Why didn't you tell anyone there was someone calling to you?"

"I tried to tell my husband but… he didn't hear me," Leah said, looking up at him.

"I… people were talking and I started to run ahead," Rory replied. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were fixing your costume and I heard we were trying to exonerate ourselves from the people on the stairs."

Outside by then Castle and John were with McClellan and they spoke to the man close enough to the door where they were sure Leah could hear him.

"What are you doing?" Beckett asked, coming out to them after a moment. "A woman is trying to rest after nearly being attacked. It's not the time to gawk Mr. Kemp, please."

"Sorry," the man said, leading McClellan who looked bewildered away and to the stairs.

"Do you think," Castle said as he followed Beckett back into the room; knowing from what she'd said that Plumey hadn't identified McClellan as her attacker. "We can have the men downstairs talk as they pass by here?"

"Wait it's not me right," Mudd said quickly. "Because I don't normally talk that fast," he continued, speaking so rapidly it was almost one word.

"No you're not the man," Leah said, shaking her head.

"We'll be back," Beckett said as she realized the doctor was giving them a way to try to ID the killer. "Please remain here."

"I'll go," Castle said as he watched Mudd leaving. "And get everyone up here okay?"

"Yeah," Beckett said with a nod, watching him go.

"So… what do we do now?" Rory asked. "Do we have to go back down?"

"It depends," Beckett said.

"It's not my husband," Leah said, clutching at his hand almost desperately.

"We know it's not," Beckett replied. "He was coming into the room while you were being attacked. Can you do something for me and hold up your hands?" She looked at the tips of the woman's forefinger and thumb and nodded said, "Mr. Whitson's body had marks on it, we've been checking on everyone."

"It's not me," Leah said.

"It's not," Beckett said easily. "You haven't noticed anything strange lately since you arrived here at the B&B?" she then said as she could hear voices outside the door.

"No; are they going to know they're trying to exonerate themselves again?" Leah asked, nodding to the doorway.

"They are," Beckett replied. "We can make up an excuse for one man but for more it makes it a little difficult."

"Okay," Leah replied before she looked to the first man being led to the door, which was Mr. Scarborough.

Castle went to stand with his wife again as they went through the men there at the home, each speaking as fast as they could at John's direction. When they had finished he closed the door after the owner and turned with Beckett to the couple at the bed.

"I'm sorry none of them were, I just… it was a strange moment and then the attack," Leah said, her chin wobbling slightly.

"I think it's also the fact your killer is unlikely here in the house at this moment," Castle said.

"So he's coming back to kill everyone," Rory said.

Sharing a look that allowed them to wordlessly communicate Beckett said as Castle went to the door, "We were about to tell you something when Whitson was… discovered. We should let you know about that now."

"He's targeting us," the couple said at the same time.

Beckett didn't respond to that, waiting until her husband had returned with the other couples, Simone and Greenglass. "We found a note," she said, deciding there was no real need to sugar coat or wait to explain. "When we went on a search of the grounds that there would be more… murders." She paused when they looked at each other and then her, stunned, and knowing they realized they were all the targets of the note said, "We're going to protect you and we'll keep you safe until the police arrive."

"And when is that going to be?" Mr. Pearson asked. "It's pouring like crazy out there again, how will they get here?"

"It'll take time," Castle said. "But they should arrive."

"In the mean time we'll be hunted like animals!" Mrs. Musgrave protested.

"Now that you know about the threat to you," Beckett said, looking at each and every one of them. "You'll remain in this house, guarded by us or the Fosters, Kemps or Reids."

"And you can trust them?" Mr. Musgrave said. "What about you? How the hell could we even trust…"

"I know you're all afraid right now," Beckett said. "And to be honest I am as well but the best course of action is to stay in this house and don't go off alone anywhere."

Castle wasn't surprised when Leah on the bed shifted uncomfortably as the other couples looked to her and he then said, "She didn't know."

"Neither did my husband," Simone said.

"We should have found that note sooner," Beckett said, looking to the woman.

"And Helena?" Greenglass asked.

"We don't know why this is happening," Beckett replied, unable to answer the man's question directly. "But we or the Shirley PD will figure it out."

"I hope so," Mrs. Scarborough said, holding her husband's hand tightly.

"None of you knew Lloyd?" Castle asked, to make sure. "About five ten, black hair, grey eyes?"

"Only from here tonight," Simone said.

When the others all nodded in agreement to that Beckett turned to her husband and said, "You can take the others downstairs and-"

"I'd like to stay with my husband," Simone suddenly said.

"Okay, get John to go with her," Beckett said, hearing a breath of relief from the woman. She turned to her and said, "I can understand your need to be close to him." Looking back at Castle she said, "Go ahead and get Dale to come up here to stay with the Plumeys… unless you'd like to head downstairs with the others?"

"We'll go down," Leah said, looking at her husband. "I'm okay."

"Then take them to the parlor, send John up and talk to Dale and David before I join you," Beckett said to Castle.

Nodding he took the others outside as his wife went with Simone down the hall a little further. After making sure the four couples and Greenglass were safely ensconced in the parlor again Castle sent John upstairs and then spoke with his friends hurriedly in the hall outside the room.

"You really think he's targeting these people?" Dale asked.

"We do," Beckett answered for her husband. "And it'll be best if you keep that quiet. For now what did the men find who went after the killer?" When the two went back to get the men that had tried to track down the figure she turned to Castle and leaned against him for a moment to rest as she knew it was going to be some time before they got any at all again.

"We'll find him love," Castle said. He wasn't surprised when Beckett gave him a look at that; knowing she didn't want reassurance; and he pressed a hurried kiss to the side of her head before their privacy was interrupted again.

"What can you tell us?" Beckett asked the four men that soon approached them with John, a little surprised to see Mr. Cohen coming as well.

"When we went out he was running to the front of the house," Barclay replied. "So we ran past the ballroom that way and to the front, getting to the road in the opposite direction from Shirley."

"And by the time you got there?" Beckett asked.

Shaking his head Manchester said, "He was already gone by then."

"At which point," Castle said, glancing briefly at his wife.

"When we made it around to the front of the house there was a van leaving," Carter said.

"Van?" Beckett said. She and her husband looked at one another before they ran; going to the front door to see that in fact the second catering van was gone. "Why…" she began before trailing off.

"I know," Castle agreed. "Unless he is finished," he said before they went back into the house. "We need the license plate number and a connection to the police, any police at this point."

"Are we finished?" Manchester asked, looking at the other three men when the couple had returned to them.

"How was the condition of the road?" Beckett asked.

"In the direction he went not bad but we couldn't see that far, who knows how it is further down where that other stream is?" Barclay replied. "So we can move around now right? Go up to our rooms?"

"No," Beckett said simply. "Head back to the parlor; we still need to wait for the police."

"Are you sure Kemp talked to them?" Manchester said. "What if he's in this up to his eyeballs?"

"Then he's insane," Castle said. "Because he asked us to look into this."

When the four men finally went back to the room Becket turned to her husband and said, "I'd thought of that."

"Oh of course, me too," Castle said in agreement. "There's just no real motive to these killings; except of course what I said before. That he's insane."

"I'm not," John said, coming up to them.

"We didn't think you were," Castle replied easily.

"We would have suspected you first off if we did," Beckett said. "We need to see the security footage you have again."

"Sure, follow me," John said, leading them to the kitchen.

"Wait," Beckett said, startled then when she saw something on the floor when the owner had turned on the light.

"A cape?" John said as he stepped back to let Castle and Beckett go inside the small room first. "I thought the man had been dressed as a ninja."

"He was," Beckett said.

"This was left before his attack on Mrs. Plumey," Castle added. He frowned and then said, "How?"

Since they'd taken care to keep the door in that room closed Beckett went over to it and shook her head, "He got in somewhere else, the ballroom obviously. You didn't have the windows in there locked did you?"

"There's never been a reason to make sure they've stayed locked," John said defensively. He was watching as Castle picked up the cape and saw the piece of paper flutter to the floor first.

"Beckett," Castle said. "I think he's getting bolder."

"So what does that mean?" John asked.

Turning to the owner at his somewhat panicked tone of voice Beckett was a little unsettled by the tone and then said, "You should start checking the other windows that are in the house."

"Yes of course," John said. "But the footage."

"We'll be okay on our own," Castle told him. He watched the man leaving and said, "We're sure about him."

"We are, I don't think this has happened before to him," Beckett pointed out as she opened the note. "You're not going to find us," she read. "We can cover up and become whoever we want. We could be here now, watching you and waiting for the perfect moment."

"Cute, how many horror movies do you think they've seen," Castle said to his wife.

"Who knows," Beckett said.

"You don't think there's more than one do you?" Castle then said.

"It's either that or they're referring to themselves in third person," Beckett replied. "Which means we do have an insane killer running around here."

"Or leaving on the highway," Castle said, reminding her that the killer had stolen the van.

"Or that; if he could reach it," Beckett said absently. She folded the paper and then sat down with her husband in front of the TV, getting the footage set up before there was a sudden cry of their names behind them.

"It's Mr. and Mrs. Purvis!" Beatrice said, running up to them. She then stopped, breathing a little hard, and said, "They're gone."

Beckett almost started to get up but something in her restrained her and she turned to the TV.

"Kate?" Castle asked, a little surprised at that.

"There's something wrong here," Beckett replied before she played the footage from around the time when the attack on Leah occurred.

"That's not the couple," Castle said, having realized what she was talking about and seeing on the screen that only a lone figure was getting into the van.

"Beatrice," John suddenly called from behind them. "We found the Purvises, they were outside."

"Doing what?" Beckett asked as she stood and went to the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. When the owner blanched she said, "Kissing or more than that?"

"No just kissing," John said quickly. "We found them before it got to that."

"They were doing that on the patio," Castle stated. The owner nodded so he sighed and said, "Keep everyone in, the killer claims to still be here."

"Is that what the note said?" John asked.

Beckett walked over to the Kemps who were standing together and showed it to them. "We need to check on everyone again," she told them after she had handed the note to Castle so he could put it with the first one they'd gotten.

"We'll do that right now," Beatrice said.

"We will," Castle said as he and Beckett followed them. He showed her the list that he still had in his other pocket and then handed it to her. When they were in the parlor he watched her calling off everyone's name, not surprised when the Purvises promptly answered to their names, looking embarrassed. He looked at the Plumeys as his wife was nearing the end of the list, seeing they were speaking to one another rapidly.

"I'm going to suggest," Beckett said, folding the list and then giving it back to Castle. "That we remain together for safety's sake."

"That's great," a man said sarcastically towards the back of the room, near the open door to the library. "How do you suggest we sleep tonight? Camp out here on the floor?"

"We're waiting for the police," Castle said, looking at his wife.

"Who aren't here yet," the same man said before his wife was calming him down.

"I know that you're all impatient," Beckett said.

"We were looking forward to the party," another man said in a disgruntled tone of voice.

"We can't really help the fact that…" Castle started to say before trailing off.

"He's right and I think at this point you'd say everyone's wellbeing is a little bit more important than dancing," Beckett said.

"Or the scavenger hunt," John said under his breath.

At that Castle only spared him a brief glance before he told the others, "It's still early and the storm seems to be easing up now."

"I'll contact the police again," John said then, seeming to be spurred into action.

"Do you mind if we talk to you?" Rory said suddenly, coming over with his wife then.

"Not at all," Beckett said, leading the way out into the hall with Castle. "What's wrong, I noticed you both talking. Do you remember something?"

"No, I'm feeling a little… unsteady," Leah said. "Is it okay if we head upstairs?"

Beckett wanted to say no but she saw that the woman did look a little shaky so she instead said, "Why don't you go to the family room? We'll have Dale and Rowena join you, for protection's sake."

"Thank you," Leah said, looking up at her husband.

"Yeah, thanks," Rory said.

After calling to the Reids, Castle and Beckett spoke with them for a moment before they led the other two couples to the room. They were a little uncertain doing that, expecting some kind of protest from the other guests against the two leaving the room while they couldn't. But they had all seemed to calm down and were having drinks that the catering employees were serving with Beatrice's help.

"You think it's a good idea for there to be liquor in there?" Dale asked Castle.

"It'd probably be a horrible idea to stop them," Beckett answered for him. "Considering how they're reacting right now to us trying to protect them. So just stay with them, you don't both need to be here but at least one of you."

"Which will be him," Rowena said.

"Thank you," Leah called out, lying on the couch.

Castle followed his wife after she had nodded to the Plumeys and went with her back to the parlor where John was waiting in the doorway. "Is something wrong?" he asked as the man looked a little uneasy.

"They… asked me to ask you to join the Plumeys," John said, not looking them in the eye.

"They said that," Beckett said, sounding angry then as she looked past them.

"We just want to not have to worry," a voice called from the back.

"Fine but we'll be here in the dining room not the family room should anyone need us," Beckett told the owner shortly. She turned around and nearly strode into the room saying to her husband, "Why?"

"I don't know maybe we're like a visage of the killer, with us there they won't be able to ignore the situation," Castle said. When his wife rolled her eyes he told her, "I'm not agreeing with them; it makes no sense to be honest. But hopefully once the police get here they'll take care of everything. Would you like some coffee?"

"Yeah, we never had any earlier," Beckett said, nodding her head. "I'll be right back; I have to ask John something." When her husband nodded before disappearing into the kitchen she headed out, intending to go to the hall. But before she could reach it there was a noise from upstairs and she glanced upward, seeing a figure there. She saw white instead of black and wondered if it might be Simone as the woman was wearing a white dress. She went over to the staircase and headed up calling, "Simone? You need to be downstairs…" She paused at the top and looked around, seeing all the doors closed and no one there.

At that moment Beckett began to try the handles on the doors she passed as she made her way to the other end. But all of them were still locked and at the very end of the hall she held herself still, listening for anything that might let her know where the woman had gone as she knew the attic was unreachable. There was nothing but silence and she sighed before she started to walk back to the stairs. Before she could get too far away from the window at the end of the hall though she felt herself being suddenly grabbed, pulled back into a room before everything suddenly went dark.