A few days later, I've gotten into a routine of living at Norman's. I've pretty much figured out where everything is and how he wants things. I've asked several times if he wants me to leave, but he insists he doesn't. He's still set on reopening the motel, though. While I don't think it's a good idea, at the end of the day he's a grown man who can do what he wants.

He watches me as I fold some of our clothes, having just done a load of laundry. "What?" I ask, tossing a pair of slacks into his pile. He rests his head on his hands. "I don't know. I just like watching you." Richard would've ignored me and expected me to do chores. Norman is actually appreciative. Returning the smile, I stand up and hand him his stack of clothes. "Thank you." He says. I grab my own, carrying them upstairs and I hear a knock on the door downstairs. My heart speeds up as I run down. "Norman! What do I do?!" I say in a hushed, but panicky, whisper. "You have to hide." He says. "Where?!" "Uh...downstairs. In the fruit cellar. Just go." He says. I reluctantly walk toward the steps and I hear the knocking again.

*Normans POV*

I swing the door open and am face to face with the man I despise most. "Oh, hello Dr. Vincent." "Norman." He says. "What can I do for you?" "Well, I'm sure you've heard about Richard Foxworth and his fiancé going missing." I nod. "His fiancé, who happens to be the one you stayed with. I nod. "Yeah, what are you insinuating?"

"Well, I think you know what I'm insinuating. Mind if I search your house?"

"Do you have a warrant?"

"Do you have an alibi?" He snaps back. I sigh, stepping to the side to let him in. We start upstairs, where thankfully all of Jolene's clothes and things are put away. He surveys my room, the bathroom, and mothers room. Mother won't be too happy about that. She hates for people to go through her things.

We go to the main level and walk around, only to find nothing. "See, nothing here in my house." I smile. "Not so fast. I've got to look in the basement." I start to get nervous. My palms are sweating. "Uh, sure. This way please."

I make sure to stomp my feet extra loud as I walk down the steps. My heart is about to beat out of my chest as I open the door, and Jolene is nowhere to be seen.

"I, uh, well. Here you are."

"Why are you so nervous? What, is mama down here?" He laughs. I roll my eyes. "See? Nothing down here."

He scoffs, getting in my face. "As soon as I can get anything on you, you'd best believe I'll have you thrown back in the institution so fast it'll make your mother's head spin." He grits. "Bye Dr. Vincent."

I follow him upstairs, letting him out and locking the door before sprinting back to the basement. "Jolene?" I call.

"Norman?" Her voice is muffled. "Jolene? Where are you?"

"Get me OUT of here!" She yells. I look over in the direction of mothers empty pickle barrels and run over, looking down and seeing Jolene. I can't help but laugh as she stares up at me, letting out a frustrated laugh. "Help me!"

I rest my arms on the edge of the barrel. "Looks like you're in a pickle." I say. She glares at me as I laugh, then reach down, grabbing her under her armpits and effortlessly lifting her out. She brushes herself off, adjusting her hair. "Was that Vincent?" She asks. I nod. "Yep. He was looking for you and your uh, fiancé. He thinks I have something to do with it."

*Jolene's POV*

"Well, at least he didn't find me. That's all that matters." I say.

Norman nods, extending his hand and leading me back upstairs.