The area outside the cabin was swarming with police. They had found blood on the floor, but no trace of anyone inside. The flashing lights reflected through the window and onto the interior of the cabin where Captain Simon Banks stood. Detective James Ellison and Blair Sandburg were supposed to have been in that cabin. They were supposed to be having a relaxing vacation. But, of course they weren't there. Instead trouble had found them once again—this time in the form of an escaped convict. He didn't know why they even bothered to try to take a vacation.

He looked up as Detectives Brown and Rafe entered the cabin. He feared the worst when he saw the looks on their faces—both men were visibly shaken.

"What did you find?"

The two detectives exchanged glances and then Brown slowly began to speak:

"We found Jim—in the woods not far from the cabin…he had blood on him and he looked…" he paused, "We thought that he was dead at first—his eyes were wide open and he was just lying there…then we saw that he was breathing…"

"Any sign of Sandburg?"

"None."

Simon sighed as he headed out to his car and drove to Cascade General to check on Jim's condition.

The doctors were puzzled by Jim's condition, as they detected no physical cause for it. They pronounced that he was in a coma and put him on life-support. Simon however knew better. Jim was in a zone—a deep one by the looks of it, and the only way he would recover is if they found Blair—and soon. He sighed as he rubbed his hands over is face. Nothing was ever simple with those two. His cell phone rang at that moment and he quickly answered it hoping for good news. He swore under his breath as he listened to the voice on the other end. Things had just gotten more complicated. They had caught the convict that they had believed was responsible only to find out that he hadn't been the only one involved…
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"Drip, drip, drip…" a voice intoned as the speaker watched the blood slowly flow into Blair's arm as he lay in a hospital bed.

"Can't have you dying on me just yet," she informed the still form, "that wouldn't be any fun…no fun at all…"

She frowned as she looked down at him.

"Your friend didn't like me very much—he was very mad…" she laughed as if she had just made a joke, "very mad indeed…I'm not mad though--am I, Blair?"

She waited for him answer and when he didn't she quietly continued on, "They say I am, but I'm not…I just get confused sometimes…" she smiled down at him, "but you're going to make me all better."

Her gaze once again flickered to the blood dripping into his arm.

"Drip, drip, drip…"
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Simon Banks sat down as he tried to digest the information that he had just received. During interrogation the convict had reluctantly informed them that he had gone to the cabin by himself in order to exact revenge on Detective Ellison. However, when he had gotten there a woman was standing in the woods not far from the cabin. She had approached him and asked him to help her. She had wanted to get Sandburg and since he wanted to get Ellison it seemed logical to help each other. He said that it had started out all right, but then the woman had begun to act…off. He had been restraining Ellison when she started babbling and pulled out a knife. She had went after Sandburg with it and at that time the convict ran from the cabin—afraid of the crazy gleam in her eyes...

The convict had looked through mug shots and had identified her as Sarah Moore. She had escaped from the mental institution for the criminally insane a few weeks ago. She had been in for the murders of two men—and it seemed that she had a fascination with blood. But her connection with Sandburg was still unknown.

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