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"Grace, you need to fix me up here," Will said as he answered the door to a boy dressed as a football player. When he received no response, he turned. "Grace?"

Grace, who was in the process of finishing the last Reese's pumpkin, froze.

"Oh Gracie, don't tell me you…" Will sighed as he confirmed his suspicions that Grace had run them dry. "Okay, uh…just a sec, buddy," he called over to the trick or treater, glancing around for anything that might suffice for the glow in the dark pumpkin bucket he was holding out. "Uh…" He snatched up a Rolex left from Stan and dropped it in the bucket. "There you go, son, you're not going to get one of these every year." He shut the door on the mystified boy and sighed again.

"Will, that was so incredibly wrong of you," Jack told him, tone dripping of disbelief.

"Jack, Stan has so many of them, he won't even notice once he gets back…"

"Did you see him, in that baseball uniform?" Jack demanded. "Have you no shame? He is on the wrong path, and you think a single Rolex will make up for that?"

Will clucked his tongue. "Well, first of all, Jackie, what we just witnessed was in truth a football uniform, and second…what do you suggest I give other than a Rolex?"

Jack smiled tantalizingly. "Five minutes with Jack the Lantern. That'd put him on the straight and narrow."

"Jack, in equivalence to Karen not knowing what a breather is, you wouldn't know the straight and narrow if it ran up to you and tried to get in your pants," Grace said.

"Grace…how can you say that to me…" Jack stuck out his lower lip. "This is a season for peace. And love. And joy."

"Ahhh, not for another two months yet," Will corrected him. "This…is the season for child molesters and tooth decay."

"Eulkkkk…" Grace moaned. "Guys…not feeling so hot…"

"Aww, really, Gracie?" Will cooed. "You poor lass, how did we not see that coming? Why didn't Gracie just dress up as a paper sack so everyone could just drop the candy straight into her mouth?"

"I'm not going to answer that, Will, but just do me one favor." She reached out toward them dramatically from where she lay pitifully on the white sofa, clutching at her stomach. "If somebody decides to do a remake of Jason…or Michael…or Freddy…just please…don't leave me here."

"Oh sweetie, of course we wouldn't do that," Will said sympathetically, going over to take her hand. "We'd hide you in the closet so it would take him longer to find you."

"I'll have you know, that at least one psychotic nut job a year decides it would be a kick to imitate those very personalities," Grace said indignantly, "it's always made the paper the next day, and New York is a big city."

"Yes it is, Grace, so big that what are the chances that of the millions of people in the city, why would any nut job--"

"Besides yourself," Jack cut in.

"Thank you for clarifying that, Jack. Anyway, who would target us out of all--"

As if on cue, the lights went out and Grace let out a petrified scream.

"What did I tell you, Will!" she shrieked. "I--"

Will clapped a firm hand over her mouth. "I liked you better when you were whining about your stomach," he said. "We've probably got a power outage, or a fuse that blew. As it is, Karen takes so much medication, she could blow a fuse all by herself. I'll go ask her where I can find the circuit--oh hell, who am I kidding? I'll find it."

Jack made his way over to Grace. "Grace, I'm not liking this very much," he whispered.

"You're not afraid of the dark, Jack," she said.

"No. I'm afraid of all the things in the dark that are hiding."

"Oh Jack." Grace let out a flippant laugh before choking on it. "Me too."

"Yeah, but…there's nothing here but Karen, right G?"

"Right, and she's scary enough in the light."

"Same with Will." He paused. "No, probably scarier, because your silhouette adds like twenty extra pounds to you."

"Oh my God, really? I've never--"

A creak cut in their words.

"Aggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The next thing they both felt was considerable pain as they tried to jump into each other's arms at the same time and missed; instead colliding into each other and then falling back, Grace thunking her head on the arm of the sofa, Jack on the edge of a coffee table.

Then in unison,

"Ow."

Meanwhile...

Will shook his head in amusement as he walked around, aiming his flashlight in various places in search of a circuit breaker. The beam eventually landed on Rosario, who was heading for the basement portion of the manse.

"Hey, what's going on? Can you tell me where the circuit breaker is, Rosario?" Will asked her.

"That is where I am going, Mr. Truman," Rosario responded. "It is downstairs, in the basement." They went down together and Rosario pointed it out to Will, who thoroughly investigated, then concluded with a bewildered frown.

"Look at the circuit," he said. "It's been cut. I can't--who would do this?"

"You are asking the wrong person for that, I suppose I need to call somebody in to look at it," Rosario responded as she headed back for the stairs.

"Can you even get someone here this late?"

"This is the residence of Miss Karen Walker, I would not be surprised if someone is already two streets away before I even call," Rosario said.

"Does that mean her pharmacist is one street away?"

Rosario shook her head. "No, that is too far for Miss Karen. He knows when to be on the front steps."

"Figures," Will murmured, and turned his attention back on the circuit. "Hey, Rosie, do you think--Rosie?"

He swiveled his head. He didn't think she had gotten to the top of the stairs already. "Rosario?"

He hurried over to the stairs. "Rosario?" No sign of her. He bit his lip and went up the stairs two at a time, intending to find Grace and Jack. "Hey Gracie…Jack the Ripper…" He checked what could be considered a "living room" where they had originally been, but what looked more like a hotel lobby, and found them huddled tightly in each other's arms, faces hidden in each other's shoulders.

"Why, Jackie, what a cut circuit breaker does to you," Will said in amusement.

Jack let out an earsplitting yelp. "He knows my name!" he whimpered, his voice muffled from Grace's shoulder.

"It's me, Nancy," Will said, his tone exasperated, "and unlike Freddy, I wouldn't want to know your nightmare on elm street, although I'm sure it has something to do with a woman."

"Not exactly, it has something to do with Grace, but that's close enough," Jack said, wincing in pain as Grace slapped the back of his head and shoved him away. She leapt for Will, grabbing him in a fierce hug that nearly knocked him over.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad to see you, we've been hearing creaks and thumps, and…and sounds, and…"

"Grace, I'm sure it's just the house settling."

Jack whimpered again. "That's what they all say before…before…" He lowered his voice dramatically. "Before somebody dies."

"And…and…" Grace was down to a tense whisper. "I doubt any house Karen has lived in could settle. So that doesn't count."

"First of all, nobody is going to die," Will said, "and second, I quite agree with you, Gracie, I never even thought of that."

"Where is Karen?" Jack wondered.

"I thought she went upstairs for something earlier," Grace said.

"She did." Will nodded. "Trying to recover from the shock that small children would come up to her door on any day, much less Halloween."

"Oh, why wouldn't they on Halloween, Will?" Grace offered. "Karen's like the epitome of the holiday."

"True." He paused. "Well, we should probably find her before Rosario finds her or before she finds Rosario--they do each other enough damage when they can see each other, I don't want to think about what they'd be capable of in the dark. Hey, speaking of Rosario--she was downstairs with me and now I can't find her, have you seen…maybe…?"

Jack gasped dramatically. "She's…she's…the first to go." He squinted in dismay. "Such a shame. If I was straight, I would say she wasn't such a bad bed partner."

"Jack, she didn't go anywhere," Will said impatiently. "We just can't find her. Well, maybe she's already up with Karen."

"Hold me, Will," Grace begged.

"Oh God, Grace." Will rolled his eyes. "You've said that to every guy you were involved with at some point or another, and now we don't see any of them anymore. Coincidence? Hmm…"

"You're just jealous because I'm holdable and you're not," Grace snapped.

"That makes no sense, and it's not true," Will retorted.

"It is so true--"

"Lovers!" Jack clapped his hands together firmly. "Thanksgiving! Remember?"

"Jack, we're not going to make it to Thanksgiving if we--" Grace began fearfully.

Will sighed heavily. "For the last time, Bozo and Ripper, there is nothing going on--"

A scraping sound was heard from the direction of the basement.

"HE'S HERE, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Grace screamed, dashing for the front door.

"Gracie, wait--"

"You wait, Queer Man," Grace growled at him. She bolted before anyone could stop her, and as if on cue, a long, shrill scream was heard in the distance.

"Grace?" Will yelled, but before he could move, Grace was back inside.

"The gates! The gates!" she gasped out. "It was open for the trick or treaters, remember? Now it's…" She put her hands over her face.

"What is it?" Will demanded.

"There's a chain…on the gates…nobody can get in…so…nobody can get out," Grace finished dramatically.

"That's ridiculous," Will scoffed, and went out to look for himself. What met him was exactly as Grace had said, and he touched the heavy metal chain, large padlock in the middle, that was keeping them in. "This is not the way security works over here." A touch of alarm had found its way into his voice.

"You've got that right, honey."