Later that day, Juliet sat in a luxurious red chair by the fireplace, going over a box of files she had asked for from the department. She still hadn't forgotten about the break-in, and was certainly not about to let it slide. So she familiarized herself with the case. Who these people were, how they worked, it was all contained inside of the file box.

And it was horrific. These people without proper identity were doing everything – from people trafficking to torture and murder. In all her years of detective work, she had never seen anything like it.

She mumbled harsh insults under her breath as she stared down at pictures of their victims. Drugged up blondes, whose lives were cut short right when they were still blooming. Smart girls, too. One had a medical degree, one was an engineer, and one was one of their own. Her blue uniform was ripped in several places, her blood-soaked badge still reflecting faint sunlight in the photo.

Juliet shut her eyes and turned her head away, pushing the files in the opposite direction. She felt sick to her stomach, and was sure that another glance at the photos would make her truly vomit. She sank in the armchair, taking deep, even breaths to stabilize herself.

Shawn, who was playing some sort of a newly released video game took the time to notice the look on her face. "Something wrong, Jules?" He asked, but didn't turn to face her. His fingers worked rigorously around the joystick as he kept playing.

"I'm fine." Juliet responded blankly and rubbed her eyes, feeling strangely sleepy. It must have been the fireplace affecting her.

"Say, you look like you need a glass of water." Shawn suggested again, before mumbling something victoriously under his breath as he apparently scored on the game.

"That doesn't sound so bad." Juliet answered, opening her eyes again. She looked at him somewhat expectantly, seen as she thought he was offering to get her some.

To that, he simply responded by flashing her a quick grin, and kept playing. Whatever it was that was bothering her, he didn't seem to take it very seriously. He thought it must have been a girl thing or something. Typical.

With a groan, Juliet pushed herself off of the armchair and headed down the wide corridor, opening the familiar yellow door that led to the kitchen.

Shawn was still sitting in the living room and playing. He was just about to beat the high score when all of the sudden, the power went off. "Seriously?" He huffed in frustration and threw the joystick away, getting up. Thankfully, there was still some light outside, and it beamed down the window, so he wasn't in utter darkness.

Concerned, he decided to look for Juliet. Somehow managing to feel his way out of the room, he entered the corridor, leaning heavily on a coffee table set by the wall.

"Hey, Jules!" He called. "I don't know if you've noticed, but the power went off! Are you still in here?" When no response came, he started going forward, trough the dark with not light to guide him. He was starting to get nervous; both by the fact he was all alone in a creepy corridor, and the fact Juliet was somewhere around the house, lost as well. He only hoped she didn't injure herself. "You seemed kinda sleepy when you left. Did you fall asleep?" He kept on asking questions, knowing no answer would come. He just liked to think he wasn't completely alone.

And then, out of nowhere, a bright, blinding light appeared before him, making him shut his eyes and turn his head away. He squinted, daring to look back. "Oh, good, Jules, you found the flashlight." He beamed. "Now if you could just turn it away from my face… Jules, you are awfully quiet. Are you—"

But Shawn never got to finish his question. A blow directly to the head stopped him from doing so. The last thing he saw clearly was the light slowly going down. His ears still rung and he could feel glass shards poking at his skin. Something warm was spreading from the back of his head down to his neck, tickling it. He closed his eyes weakly and let himself drift away…