Rebecca went back to her house, and fell onto her couch. She didn't feel like doing anything, she didn't even put the groceries, now lying forgotten on the counter, away. This is awful, I don't want Peter to get hurt, but I don't want to be alone. I've already tried leaving him, and that didn't work, neither of us could bear it. If I have to flee, maybe I just won't say that I'm going. That way, he can stay, and I'll be safe, enough. Maybe they just won't find me; that would be too good to be too good to be true. Sighing, Rebecca attempted to pick herself up off the couch, but she didn't have any luck, she just fell back down.

Swept with a sudden exhaustion, Rebecca closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Her sleep was dreamless, and very restful. She awoke suddenly much later to a loud, hard, pounding on her door. "Rebecca, are you there? It's Bryan, open he door, it's important." Rebecca leapt, not wanting to think of all of the reasons why he could be here.

"Is something wrong?" asked Rebecca, throwing the door open and ushering Bryan in.

"Well, we think so, we're not sure. Have you seen Peter lately?" asked Bryan, worriedly.

"I saw him this morning, why?" Rebecca was full of worry, but didn't miss Bryan's quizzical look. "Don't worry, when I say this morning I mean I only saw him. What's wrong?"

"No one's seen him since late morning, and he didn't tell anyone he was going out, so they figured he'd be with me, but he wasn't, and Constance said she'd been with you earlier, and you hadn't seen him." Rebecca was horrified, she had no idea what this meant.

"What are you thinking?" she asked shakily.

"We don't know, that's why we came to you, Susan said you might know something, but she wasn't sure, so I did. She and David are out trying to locate him, or anything that could help." Bryan looked at her hopefully, and clearly full of concern for his friend.

"I-I have no idea where he could be, but I'll help to look, let me come with you." Rebecca moved towards the door, but Bryan grabbed her wrist.

"You'll need a coat, it's a cold night." Rebecca nodded, and ran into her room to grab a jacket.

"Alright, let's go." Rebecca and Bryan headed out the door, and Rebecca locked it. "Oh, by the way, what time is it?"

"It's around 10, were you sleeping?" asked Bryan, apologetically.

"Sort of, anyway, it doesn't matter. Do you have any ideas on where to go?" asked Rebecca.

"Well, I was thinking the police, I mean, he hasn't made contact with anyone in twelve hours." Bryan and Rebecca headed towards Bryan's father's car, and headed towards the station, where they filed a missing person's report. Then they headed out to go look at some places he may be. After a while, still finding nothing, they both grew frightened. "Rebecca, it's almost midnight, we should probably call it a night."

"I don't want to, but I doubt there's anything more we can do tonight. Could you please drop me off at the Pevensie's?"

"Um, sure no problem, if I may ask, why?"

"Oh, I just think that it would be better for all of us if we were together, and I don't really want to be alone right now." Rebecca explained her reasoning to Bryan.

"Alright, hey, if anything comes up, let me know right away."

"We will, don't worry, I'll make sure you know what's going on." Rebecca smiled weakly, and only for a moment.

"Well, here we are, are you going to be alright?" asked Bryan kindly.

"I'll let you know later, when we know more about what's going on." Rebecca walked to the front door, and was let in by Susan before knocking.

"Shh, we're trying to keep quiet, Lu's asleep, she doesn't anything's up yet, we're not going to tell her until later in the morning. Sorry if I'm being harsh, I'm just worried, he's always spoken to someone in the past." Susan beckoned her inside the house, and the pair of them sat down. There was awkward silence for a few moments before anyone spoke. "Do you think this might have anything to do with what you told Peter about someone trying to, you know, kill you?" asked Susan finally.

"So he told you already? I hope it doesn't, but it's a possibility. They might have gotten smarter, started watching me, and attacking those whom I care most about. I am so sorry. This is all my fault, isn't it?" asked Rebecca.

"No, whatever it is, it's no ones fault, well, it might be, but it's not yours." Susan put a reassuring arm on Rebecca's shoulder, but Rebecca was uncomforted, and neither was Susan. "Well, now that you're here you might as well stay the night, it may not be safe for you to go home."

"It also may not be safe for you for me to stay here, I should go." Rebecca was worried that if they realized she had people as close as family, that they would attack them as well.

"Listen, if they know about you and Peter, than they already know about us, we might as well stick together, I can't see how it's any safer to be separated." Susan tried to smile, but she couldn't.

"If you're positive, that would be very nice, thank you. I'm also sorry that I have brought this on your family, please believe that I never thought this would happen."

"I know, none of us did, I just wish that it hadn't." Rebecca stayed, and "slept" on the floor in Susan's room, but both were awake all night, each thinking separately about what was happening. Susan was worried that they were going to hurt Peter, but Rebecca was worried that Peter was already dead. If it was the people that were after her that did this, there were several different possibilities for what they were doing, and none of them were good. The night seemed so long and full of fear and suspense, that just waiting for light so they could get up and work at finding Peter seemed like years.