A whole month had passed before Thana returned to the survivors, she tried to find Castiel and make him pay for fucking up the design, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She'd told her Father about the new survivors and how she would get everything back to plan, but he was very disappointed in her and furious with the dark-haired Angel.

It never occurs to us that it has

any connection with the day already

begun or that death could arrive

this same afternoon.

Storm clouds devour a waxing crescent moon above a modest home set among the edge of the woods. A man has fallen asleep, perhaps passed out, reclined in "dad's chair." and a woman is sleeping on the sofa, balls of tissue on the floor.

This afternoon... which is so

certain... and which has every hour

filled in advance.

Tod enters the room and stares sadly at his parents before he picks up a glass and swigs the remainder of his Father's scotch before moving off and climbing the stairs.

Thana gives the adults no attention as she follows behind the young boy, ready to begin her work and put the plan back into its rightful place.

Alex sits at his desk, dark circles beneath his eyes from lack of sleep and too much coffee.

Covering the desk are printouts of internet web pages and newspaper articles concerning the crash of Flight 180, forensic engineering textbooks, and reports on past airline disasters.

The teenager studies his mountain of research, increasingly obsessed. A paper flutter draws his attention to the newspaper being blown by the oscillating fan in his room.

He reaches out and grabs it seeing the headline and photo report on the memorial service, Alex sighs troubled as he stares down at the picture of Clear Rivers at the funeral holding a white rose.

Closing the paper he throws it on the desk, he thinks for a beat before he pulls open a lower drawer. Digging through the mess inside, he finds his stash... a 1997 issue of Penthouse.

Thana passes behind Tod as he moves the razor up to his neck, causing him to look over his shoulder, but Thana wasn't worried she knew he couldn't actually see her.

Directing the small puddle of water she had created with her hand, Thana rolled her eyes at all the possible deaths that could happen to Tod right now.

How humans have survived for this long genuinely surprised her.

Tod leans over to an unplugged radio, and he grabs the plug and inserts it into the electrical socket, the boy picks back up a pair of scissors before the radio turns on.

𝅘𝅥𝅮 And they say that he got crazy

once and he tried to touch the sun. 𝅘𝅥𝅮

Spooked Tod quickly pulls the plug out of the wall as a spark shoots out, and the radio instantly silences as the teenager gives off a nervous laugh before moving away from the puddle Thana had drifted towards his bare feet.

Growling at his movement, Thana changed the course of the water, only getting more annoyed when things didn't go her way, but she knew that after the six survivors were gone, she could back to the original design.

Studying the centerfold, Alex gives a small smile before his eyes catch the photograph of Clear and the rose she gave him. Alex sighs and turns, opening the desk drawer to return the magazine; however, a loud bang turns Alex's head to the window.

An owl has flown into the glass, awkwardly flapping its massive wings, it then turns its head toward Alex as its large yellow eyes watch the blond boy as if he was trying to communicate.

Startled, Alex reflexively throws the Penthouse across the room, pages tearing as it hits the sill, and the giant bird flies off but not before giving Alex a meaningful look.

The table fan swivels, a page catching in the whirling blades and a piece of paper torn from the magazine flits across the room, the piece of paper floats and flitters until landing on his knee.

Suppressing a shiver Alex picks it up and turns it over, the paper is torn in such a manner that the only letters remaining from the centerfold's caption are "...Tod...".

Seeing the yellow eyes watching him, Alex realized that this like the vision was a sign, from whom he didn't know, but it wasn't something he was going to ignore, especially with what happened last month.

Grabbing his coat, he quickly snuck out and started off toward his best friend's house, trying his best to ignore the daunting feeling he felt in his stomach.

Tod pulls aside the shower curtain revealing multiple pairs of nylons drying on a retractable clothesline, sighing the dark-haired boy begins to take them down until his foot slips on the puddle and he falls forward.

The retractable clothesline retracts as Tod falls neck first into it, and it whips wildly around his neck. Tod's hand tries to grab anything to hold him, but his hand slips knocking over a bottle of shampoo.

The thin clothesline coils around his neck, and the plastic anchor wraps beneath the cord, essentially creating a noose. Tod falls against the back wall of the shower stall, pulled by the retracting wire.

He kicks with his feet, desperately trying to gain a footing as Thana approached quietly, watching as the boy's feet slip in the slick shampoo and water. "Just let go, Tod," The redhead warned, ready to make this worse for the boy should he fight back.

Tod's eyes begin to flare, and his blood vessels burst.

He groans attempting to call out, Thana sighs holding out her hand, and the clothesline tightens again as Tod's hands tear at his flesh, desperately trying to pull the cord from his neck.

Thana notices Tod's eyes dart desperately toward the counter to where the pair of nose-hair scissors sat "desperate times huh Tod?" Thana mocks as the teen reaches for the counter where the scissors lay sadistically just out of reach.

Suspended by the cord and propped against the back wall of the shower stall, Tod's face begins to turn blue as his finger tries to pry the cable from his neck.

Thana once again holds out her hand, tightening the makeshift noose as she watches the human fight for his life.

Abruptly appearing in front of Tod, she waggles her fingers in his direction, knowing she could literally scare the life out of him.

She knew showing herself would probably bite her in the ass, but she deserved some kind of entertainment, especially after everything she's been through lately.

The boy quickly stops fighting to look at Thana in terror before the life drains from his eyes, and his body slumps down into the bath.

The redhead eyes his lifeless form, "Aw at least you tried."

Moving away from the now-dead boy, Thana clicks her fingers, and the puddle of water eerily retreats from the floor, slipping back toward the base of the toilet and out of sight like it had never been there at all.

Glaring down at the teenager, Thana crouched by his side as she watches him silently in thought before hissing at his lifeless pale body. "I am inevitable there's no escaping me" One down, six more to go.