A little old lady answered the door at fifteen Lily Drive, a peaceful stretch of suburban near perfection. Some thing wasn't very right here though the past month or so. Dark shadows were stalking people and there had been a few suicides. A few people had been sent to the psyche wing of the town hospital - All over the range of five streets.
They blamed a new fad, a ring of suicide seekers. The victims and patients had strange words etched into the flesh of the collar bone and down the spine.
"Detective Sidney Reys, and this…."
"Jack Harkness, mam."
Sam introduced, and Jack twinkled with his blue eyes. The little old lady nearly dimpled at the sight of them.
"Mam, we would like to know whether you've had any strange things happen around? Have you seen or heard anything?" Sam slipped into a serious yet polite tenor.
"No, not really, there's nothing except the children on the block are jumpy, all those suicides." She replied, examining them in her turn - A long time since she had a couple of strong men around.
They finished up with the questions.
They turned to go when the little old lady ahemed a little, and called their attention back.
"Would you young men help an old lady out, I have a bulb I need to change and no step ladder.
Sam ammed, but Jack smiled wide, "Sure mam."
She blushed, "Call me Abby."
She led them inside.
"All these bulbs have been giving terrible trouble – it must be the circuitry in the house not that, the house is that old." She sighed and watched while Jack climbed onto a chair, and changed the bulb in her den. Then he changed the one the bath. Sam changed the on the porch.
"That's it, mam – glad to be of help." Sam put his jacket back on.
"Oh, the young men are always so handy to have around." She exclaimed when they were done.
"You remind me of when I was very young, you have that charm." She led them out.
"Who, me or him?" Jack asked – fully aware it was him she meant.
"You silly, with that coat and those manners."
Jack grinned, "Don't make my friend feel left out."
Sam repressed the urge to frown with his eyes.
"He's not bad either – reminds me of my son."
They left with a 'good day mam'.
"I looked… like her son - really? You hav' pheromones instead of blood, haven't you?" Sam shook his head in wonder.
"Maybe - maybe not."