"I think they're on our tail!" Ron cried behind his shoulder as the four dashed frantically through the thicket.

"Really, punk?" Sydney asked sarcastically. She stopped suddenly when her eyes fell upon the sight ahead of them.

"Stick your hands up, young lady," an officer ordered, a gun pointed at her head.

"Guys, run!" she cried in the darkness, knowing that the three had already made an eager attempt to escape.

"Not so fast!" another cop ordered. Ten or more officers surrounded the terrace, definitely not going to let any of the troublesome teens get away. Aaron growled as a lady officer handcuffed him and pushed him on the ground. She searched him, then pulled the gun out of his shoe. One other did the same with Ron. But as Aaron searched the wood, he found no trace of Bobby. He almost gave a sigh of relief, thinking that Bobby had made his escape safely.

Go, Bob, go. You'll make it; I know you will.

On the way to the patrol car, Sydney and Aaron exchanged glances, Aaron notifying his friend that Bobby wasn't caught. Sydney gave him a knowing look and the officers jammed them into different cars. They were separated for the time being, on their own in their escape plans. But did they have one?

"Mom?" a small voice called. Brian dashed into his parent's room and jumped onto the bed. He was surprised to find the grand bed empty, only sheets pulled back covering the mattress. "Mom, Dad?" he asked again. "Rose!" he cried. A grumbling teenage girl paced slowly into the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"What is it?" she murmured.

"Mom and Dad aren't here!" Brian replied with wide eyes. Rose just stretched.

"Did you look downstairs?" she asked, her voice crackling from still being half-asleep.

"Yes, they're not there…they're not here!" the nine-year-old exclaimed. For a moment, Rose opened her eyes all the way, almost scared at her little brother's remark.

"That's preposterous, they wouldn't leave us without telling us. I know really early this morning that Mom brought Dad to work…I hope they're okay!" Rose told her little brother. She ran downstairs and grabbed the phone, immediately dialing Andrew's cell. To her disappointment, the line was dead. Instead of a ring sounding in her ears, a knock at the door shook the house. Rose carefully motioned Brian to stand behind her when she answered. She swung the heavy door open, nearly whipping it off its hinges. "Mom?"

"Excuse me, are you Rose?" a man asked her. She nodded. He was dressed in a typical policeman uniform, a clipboard and pen in his hand. "Good, I have some bad news to tell you. You're Mom and Dad isn't coming home. They were in a terrible accident. Your father is being held in the city jail for murder and your mom is in critic condition and not expected to…"

"You mean Mom's going to die?" Brian asked, stepping out shyly from his spot behind Rose.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that…" the policeman began.

"You didn't realize that there was a little boy here, huh?" Rose asked, her voice upset.

"No…"

"You didn't realize that you were saying things that little ears shouldn't hear. He is only nine! How is he supposed to deal with the fact that his Mom might not live?" Rose asked, trying to shut the door.

"Excuse me, but I'm sorry. I have distinct orders to bring you to childcare services until further ado."

"We're not orphans, Officer whoever, we have to parents who are both still alive! I want to see them both! And what do you mean my dad murdered someone?"

"The car crash. Your car rammed…"

"Are you sure it's their fault?" Rose asked, pushing Brian into the kitchen and locking the door from the outside. Brian fell against the door, trying to open it among Rose's weight. When he realized that he wouldn't be able to open it, he leaned his ear against the crack and tried so hard to listen to the conversation between the police officer and his big sister.

"No, miss, not yet. But until then we have to hold your father. It's the law…"

"I can't believe this!" Rose screamed. Tears started to stream down her flushed cheeks.

"Chicago Child Services is a great place and I assure you that we have to best…"

"I want to see my parents!" Rose screamed.

"I might be able to make it possible for you to see your dad, but your mom is in surgery and it…" Rose cut the cop off once again.

"I want…I need to see both of them. Now," she said quietly. "Brian needs to. She leaned her back against the wall in the hall and slid down to the floor. "Please, officer."

"Where is Andrew?" Ryan asked Tess as he entered the hall from his usual laps.

"I don't know, Baby, I don't know. I called him and he said he'd be here…yesterday. Maybe something important came up." Tess felt like contacting Sam at once and finding out the info she needed. This was torture; not knowing anything about her two angel babies for a day. Where was her Angel Boy?

"Okay, well then I'll be on my way home," Ryan said. He threw Tess his daily paper work. She let out a sigh.

"What did I say about throwing things at ladies?" she demanded.

"Oh, sorry, miss," Ryan almost laughed. "Just been a long day, that's all. You know, it is really weird, Andrew usually calls or something if he's going to be late or not coming at all. I hope he's all right."

"Me too, Baby," Tess said. She said mentioned nothing about overhearing him and Jim in the workout room the other day. She thought it best not too until the Father instructed her.

She reached down and flicked on the radio.

Yesterday, there was a terrible town in Rockford. The three victims have now been identified. One, Julia Madison was killed, and the other two are still alive. Though, Monica Dahline, the wife is in critic condition and her husband, Andrew Dahline is hardly scratched though remains in jail for murder. He will have a trial on Saturday. If Monica does not make it, which she is expected not to, Andrew will pay her punishment: a life sentence or death at the electric chair. This is Andy Taylor, reporting to you live from KDHR.

Tess gulped. She finally understood. But yet, she was still confused. She reran the words of the announcer in her mind. No, it couldn't possibly be true. Monica couldn't be in critic condition. Andrew couldn't be in jail. No, something wasn't right. It was as if something was blocking her mind from hearing this ahead of time, some evil. But what? Just then, she looked up and saw Ryan standing in the doorway, his gray eyes flickering red. Tess gasped and tensed. He didn't know that she saw him until the expression on her face grew. He quickly disappeared and left a very confused and lost angel sitting all alone in the hall. Ryan was a demon?