"You know you could have given me a heads up." Brigid said helping Erin clean the blood off the kitchen floor.

"I didn't want to distract you from your pasta."

"I am not joking around, Erin. I know this is part of his sequence. Ours, too, actually, in part. Small complete sequence part of a bigger equation. I need to get this in my notebook...but that's not the point. How much did you see about all of this?" Brigid waved her hands in circles.

Erin took the towel out of Brigid's hand and threw it in the empty bucket next to the now red soapy water one.

"Are we going to wash those? That's a lot of blood." Brigid said changing the subject for a second for instruction grabbing the water bucket. "Should I dump this outside?"

"I'm going to try and wash them instead of having someone peek into our garbage bins and see a mass of dried bloody towels. It won't get it all out but it won't be so conspicuous when we do throw them out. Dump it outside. It's too unsanitary to dump in our sink." Erin wrinked her nose in disgust. She liked clean. Sterile and clean.

Brigid carried it into the garden and dumped it in the corner back bushes.

"Okay, back to what I asked. How much did you see?"

Erin hoisted up the towel bucket and headed to the laundry room.

"Honestly, it was all rather general in nature. It was just the main facts, I guess you could say. The flash didn't even show if he was going to die or not. Your broken patio popped up, the kitchen floor, and him. That was it." Erin started the heavy wash and sighed. She was exhausted. The adrenaline was gone and her limbs felt like lead.

"Let's throw the food away and stick the dishes in the sink. I'll clean them tomorrow. I mean today. Later. Ugh, I'm tired." Erin rubbed her face heading back into the kitchen. "We have everything needed to make a good breakfast for dinner this evening. That will just have to do until I go to the grocery store."

"Do vampires like breakfast food?" Brigid asked scraping burnt pasta into the small kitchen bin.

"Who doesn't like breakfast food? Girl, please." Erin shot a grin at Brigid.

"You right, you right." Brigid pouted her lips putting the pasta skillet in the sink. "You're going to sleep in my room, right? Only way we'll hear if he needs us since we'll be practically comatose."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Mainly I was thinking I wasn't going to be sleeping on the couch and you will just have to not be a bed hog for a night or two. I'm so glad the department let me go PRN after I was out of the hospital. Fingers crossed someone doesn't get sick and I'm called in."

"Well, you are doing your job just not being compensated for it. Yet." Brigid said following close behind her sister as they climbed to the top of the stairs.

Erin flopped onto Brigid's bed. "Give me one of your shirts and shorts. I'll wash our clothes when we wake up when I re-wash the towels. Did I put away the emergency kit?"

"You set it on the kitchen island. Here." Brigid tossed her a pair of black runner's shorts and a loose shirt from a holiday trip they had taken. Both changed and laid down.

"Ugh! I didn't shut my door! It's too far away. Mmph." Brigid buried her face into her pillow.

"No it's better that it's open. We'll be able to hear Larten better that way." Erin said folding her arms under her pillow and laying the side of her face down. "Mmm...comfy." She murmured.

"First name basis now, are we?" Brigid sleepily grinned turning her face to look at her sister.

Erin's eyes were closed. "His name was on the flyer remember?"

"Yeah, that's how it starts."

Erin opened one eye. "How what starts?"

Brigid's breathing was deeper. "One of the...sequence things...at the sh-"

Brigid fell asleep not finishing her sentence. Erin was too tired to think about anything. She pushed some hair out of Brigid's face causing her to flip onto her other side. She said a small prayer of thanks that everything had worked out and that she did save Larten. They were even now. She also prayed that Brigid and she would have a peaceful sleep without random parts of sequences or extreme flashes of events or people or anything. She stretched her legs out and slept but kept aware enough in case there was a knock.