A brief flash of orange almost blinded Connie as she stood in the living room contemplating what had just occured.

Mark had just pulled the truck into the driveway and was looking toward the window when it happened. He immediately got out and rushed inside, Jen close behind him. "Connie! Are you okay? What the hell was that?!"

Connie stood silent, shivering in fear a bit.
This was too much for her.

"Hey, hey, talk to me Connie. What just happened?"

Jen closed and locked the door behind them as Mark went over to tend to his cousin, who was now looking pretty spooked.

Seeing that he was not going to get a response, he guided Connie toward the back door, "Come on, let's get you some fresh air."

Jen waited inside, figuring it was best to let Mark try to help Connie at the moment. Once she took a seat on the couch, Mark's cell phone, which he had left on the coffee table in front of her, began to ring. She stared at it for the first three rings, debating on whether or not to take it out to them. 'No...' Jen told herself, 'I'd better give them some peace. Connie needs him right now.' Instead, she grabbed it up to read the ID: Unavailable. "Hmm." Perhaps it couldn't do any harm to at least take a message, so Jen then hit the answer button and placed it to her ear, "Mark's phone, Jen speaking."
Silence.
"Hello?" Jen spoke again, but more silence followed until there was a click.
The person on the other end had hung up.

XXXXX

Henry slid his cell phone into a back pocket and stared off into space, a mixed expression of confusion and annoyance on his face.
How was it possible that Jen was alive? He had made damn sure she was dead.

"I guess I'll have to try harder next time. NOBODY makes me look like a failure. Nobody."

Over the last few days, Henry had come across an old abandoned building on a dead side of town. It looked like it had maybe once been used as a storage warehouse or a factory, judging by the size. Whatever it had been, it was now serving as his new, temporary home. As he took a seat in the darkest corner of the spacious main room, he began to scroll through some local news sites on his phone when he came across one that quickly caught his attention. "Oh wow, what an awesome coincidence. I know Mark is going to blame me for this, and I LOVE it. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy playing with their minds. Again."

While reading over the entire news article, a demon voice broke the silence,
"Oh, Henry, we also have a juicy tidbit of information we're dying to tell you. Make us proud..."

Henry looked up from his phone, staring curiously into the two red eyes glowing directly in front of him,
"I'm listening."

XXXXX

Thinking nothing of the odd, silent phone call, Jen flipped the television on as she waited for Mark and Connie to come back inside. However, her focus would not be on the program currently airing - which was an old black and white Twilight Zone episode. Staring at a box of tissues sitting on a corner of the coffee table in front of her, she raised her left hand slowly, which caused the box to levitate. Jen couldn't help but chuckle and lowered her hand again, which set the box back down.

After about five more minutes, Mark escorted Connie back inside and Jen sat up, looking to her with concern,
"Are you doing alright, Connie?"

The question was only met with a nod of the head, so Mark spoke up, "I explained everything to Connie and when I told her about Richard, she mentioned a little experience she had right before we got here. He may have contacted her too."

"Really? What happened?" Jen wondered curiously as she made room for them to sit down with her on the couch.
Connie was still in a bit of shock, but had calmed down for the most part and spoke softly, "I heard a 'Don't be afraid, sis'. Even though it didn't sound much like Henry, I still literally jumped up, expecting to see him standing nearby. This is all so strange."

"What was that flash of orange light, though?" Jen asked.

Connie just shrugged.

"I think we should all be extra careful, in case it was a sign of some kind." Mark told them.

"Oh, Mark, while you two were outside, your phone rang and I answered it even though it said 'Unavailable'..." Jen began to tell him, but Mark quickly interrupted upon hearing this: "Henry's been calling from 'Unavailable', Jen, why didn't you bring it out to me?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you guys. I know Connie needed you at that moment."

"What happened? What did he say this time?"

"Well, there was no response when I answered. It was silent and then they just hung up."

"Huh. That might be good then, because I think if it were Henry, he'd have something to say."

Connie and Jen both nodded in agreement.

All of a sudden, the Twilight Zone episode that was playing was interrupted by one of those breaking news bulletins and Mark grabbed the remote control to turn up the volume.

Male News Reporter: "Breaking news just in on WXKN, we go live to Julie Patterson, who's on the scene of a Jeep CJ-7 that was discovered abandoned on a back road just off of Manor Lane. Julie?"
Julie Patterson: "Thanks, Allen. Police tell us that earlier this evening, a passerby phoned them after discovering this vehicle on the side of the road with its door open and no one inside..."

Mark's eyes widened in horror as there was now a clearer shot of the jeep onscreen,
"That-That's my Dad's jeep!"

Julie Patterson: "We've learned that the owner is 54 year old Jack Evans, but so far no one has come forward with information on what happened. Police will be continuing their investigation and we will update you once the clues start coming in."

Connie's eyes began to well-up with tears, "Oh my god. Uncle Jack."

"MotherFUCKER!" Mark raged, startling the girls a bit. "HENRY. Henry is behind this! I'll kill him!"

A gentle hand now rested on Mark's shoulder and he could feel himself calming. A soothing wave of peace seemed to be flowing through him. He looked at Jen, who stared back with reassurance in her eyes. Nothing needed to be said. Mark couldn't help but smile at her. She really was full of magic.

*RING*
There went Mark's cell again and when he grabbed it, he noticed the 'Unavailble' caller ID.
"Stay here, I'm going to take this in my room."

Once Mark entered his room, he pushed the door closed behind him but it didn't go all the way and remained open in a crack.
After taking a deep breath first, he finally pressed the answer button, "What?!"
He knew exactly who it was, so no need to answer normally.

"Marky-Mark, what's shakin'?"

"Where's my Dad, Henry?!"

"Uncle Jack? Hmm, that's an excellent question. Would you care to take a guess?"

"I swear to god, if you've done something to him..."

"I'm willing to make a deal with you, Marky. I won't hurt Uncle Jack, as long as you agree to my terms."

"What terms?!" Mark growled.

"I want Jen. Alone. Send her to 4171 North Bailor Street. Or else."

"You really think I'm just going to send her off to you? No fucking way!"

"Let me make this clearer for you, Mark. Either send Jen, ALONE, to the address I just gave you... or say goodbye to Daddy. And you know I'm not playing. Deal?"

Mark gritted his teeth, doing his best to hold back from flying into a rage and screaming, "Don't you fucking DARE hurt my Dad."

"It's simple really. Just send her off in your car and I'll let her give him the keys so he can come home to you. Now, I'm not asking again after this. Do we have a deal?!"

Jen spoke up from outside the doorway, after having overheard that Mark's father was involved, "I'll go."

"Ah, good girl. You have ONE hour." Henry grinned and hung up the phone.

Mark screamed in frustration and threw his phone onto his bed before turning to face Jen, who had now opened the door all the way,
"Jen, please. I can't let you go to him."

"Mark, are you forgetting I have these angel powers? I can do this. let me save your father."

"But I-I just..." Mark began, stuttering in confusion. He put both hands to his head, gripping hair in each fist, "GOD DAMN IT!"

Jen jumped back as Mark then slammed a foot into the side of his bed and grabbed the lamp to fling it across the room.

"Hey, hey. Relax. Please..." Jen told him, making her voice as smooth and soothing as possible, in hopes to help him calm down, "Where does he want me to go? I can do this."

"Jen..." Mark started to protest again, but she shook her head.

"Please have faith in me, Mark. Give me the address."

Mark sighed, "4171 North Bailor Street"

Jen nodded and started to head for the front door when Mark stopped her by taking hold of her arm.
She paused to look back at him.

"Despite the powers you have, PLEASE be careful. You can never know what you're getting into when it comes to Henry. Please, PLEASE, promise me you'll watch out."

"I know, Mark. I promise."