Is This the Life?

It was a cool, breezy night, Jen Myers was laying in bed next to her husband, still awake as he slept nearly soundly next to her. It was March now, six months since the twins had been born, it had been a hell of a ride, but she had gotten through losing Annabelle. They hadn't found out what had happened, but Loomis had promised her on pain of life and death he would.

She smiled softly, unconsciously squeezing Michael's hand, which had been encased in hers for some time, since before he had fallen asleep. Although it still could be awkward at times, she had adapted to living with him, and the boys helped her along. But still a nagging intuition, perhaps her dead mother, told her something was wrong. Or something would be wrong.

The sudden ringing of the phone caused her head to snap up, only one person would be calling. She ran into the kitchen and picked up the receiver, trying to keep her breathing even after having run. "Hello?"

"Jennifer it's Sam, listen, the file of yours and Michael's marriage has been stolen, I don't know how or when, but we have to get you and the others out of there, the van should be there momentarily. Wake your family, take clothes and things to occupy the boys."

"All right, thank you doctor."

"Oh and Jen?"

"Yes?"

"Try to remain calm."

She smiled and nodded. "I'll see you soon." She put the receiver back and ran into Little Michael's room, turned on the bedside lamp and shook him gently. "Michael? Michael you have to get up baby."

Michael looked at her and squinted, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What is it Mommy?" He yawned. "I'm sleepy."

She sighed. "I know, you can sleep while we go, we're going on a family trip, get dressed and put as many sets of clothes and undies as you can in your suitcase."

He nodded and slid out of bed and she went into the conjoined room, quietly packing some things, then going into hers and Michael's room. She set down the bag and filled two of theirs, then went to her husband and kissed his neck, nudging him with her chin, then gently shaking him. "Michael? Michael you have to get up, we..." She gasped as one of his hands shot up and grabbed her throat, her sat up, viciously beginning to strangle her when his eyes snapped open behind the mask to see her.

He let go, and she collapsed, gasping for breath, she felt him take her hand and stroke it, and she sighed. "It's ok, I know, you were dreaming, weren't you?"

He sighed and she stood. "We have to go, someone knows where we are the van..."

A persistent honking sounded from outside and she motioned to the bags. "Get Michael, I have to get Adrian." She went, grabbed Adrian's bag and went into the nursery, picked up her son and left the room, making sure all the lights were out.

You're such a loser Jen, most 20 year olds are worrying about what they're wearing, not if their family is safe!

She ignored the mocking voice and looked around, where was Michael? She looked out the window to see the van, Michael was in it and Little Michael was on his lap, Bob across from them. She sighed, making her way out and across the lawn. Two pairs of arms grabbed her, yanking her away from her destination, she screamed, and saw Michael try to come, but he was pulled in by Bob. "Her loss man, we gotta go. Loomis'll be pissed if he sees we took so long.

Tears in her eyes she watched the doors close. "Michael!" She cried, and gasped to see her son in the window crying, he clearly was saying, "Mommy!" One of the men grabbed Adrian, the other escorted her into their van parked a few feet away, where they gave the child back. She didn't have to look under the ski masks to know who they were.

"I hate you John." She shivered. "Burn in hell, Tommy."