Raven rested in an alleyway, catching her breath. She looked up as Eric's crow soared over her head, perching on Gideon's Pawn Shop. She grinned and thought, 'This should be fun.' She stood and made her way across the street, watching as Eric rapped on the door. When he received no answer, he pulled the gate open and rapped again, busting the glass door and stepping inside. As the crow fluttered to his shoulder, he proceeded to quote 'The Raven.' "Suddenly, I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. You heard me rapping, right?"

"You're trespassing," Gideon said. "And you owe me a new door!"

Eric ignored him and said, "I'm looking for something in an engagement ring. Gold."

Gideon cut him off. "You're looking for a coroner, st for brains." A shot fired, tearing through Eric's chest. The bullet wound healed instantaneously. Gideon panicked. "Oh st on me, st on me, st on me!" he cried as Eric flung him across the room. He slammed against a rack of items behind the counter. Eric came over and hung upside down beside Gideon. "Mr. Gideon," he said, "you're not paying attention." Eric then whacked him upside the head and drove a knife through his hand. "I repeat, a gold engagement ring, yes?"

Gideon nodded.

"It was pawned here a year ago, by a customer of yours named Tin Tin. He confided in me before he ran out of breath." Eric grinned evilly, then began randomly searching through racks and drawers trying to find the rings. "Am I getting warmer? Don't you know this game?" he cried. Gideon finally told Eric where the rings were, and Raven smirked. 'It's about time,' she thought to herself. Eric sat down on the floor and began searching through the little box for the ring he wanted. "No. No. No. No. No." Then, he stopped tossing rings aside and closed his eyes. "Shelly," he whispered. He had found Shelly's engagement ring. Raven blinked back the tears that were building up and hurried away from the building, heading toward Eric's loft. She knew she shouldn't be there, but she also knew the memories would comfort her. She ran up the steps with catlike agility and slowly entered the loft. When the wave of memories she expected didn't hit her, she moved more freely through the place. She sighed and curled up in the armchair before the fireplace. As soon as she got comfortable, a memory came. She relived a night when she had stayed over, before Shelly came into the picture of course, and Eric had pinned her in the very chair she was sitting in and tickled her til she cried. She remembered later that night when she had fallen asleep in his lap watching Top Gun. "So many memories," she murmured. "So many happy times. All of them shattered before my eyes." She continued to sit curled in the chair til she decided that sitting and reminiscing was getting her nowhere. She stood and went to the large circular window at the front of the room. Looking out of it, she shuddered. The place below the loft was the place where she saw her best friend fall to his death. She shook her head and looked up as Midnight, the raven, perched on the glass in front of her and cawed. She glimpsed Eric heading toward The Pit, a local nightclub, through Midnight's eyes. "Oh joy. I get to stalk him some more. Let's go." She grinned evilly and leapt from the window, landing gracefully on her feet, and ran off to find Eric.

She wandered through a back alley til she saw Eric perched on the fire escape. She jumped behind a dumpster and placed her hand over her heart, catching her breath. She slid down the side and buried her face in her hands, thinking. She hated hiding from him like this, but it was too soon to reveal her identity to him. She heard Eric climb into the apartment nearest him and she took off, clambering up the fire escape herself and perching where Eric once sat. She watched him stalk to the center of the room and circle his head across the light bulb hanging above him to come down and glare at Funboy. He then strutted forward and struck a chord on his guitar, scaring the life out of Funboy. "Holy st, don't do that man! You nearly gave me a fing heart attack!" he cried. Eric ignored him and pulled up a chair, placing his palm over the front of the gun Funboy had just aimed at him. "Take your shot, Funboy. Ya got me dead bang!"

"You are seriously fed up! I mean, have you looked in a mirror? You need professional help!" Then, he pulled the trigger, a bullet tearing through Eric's hand. Raven was angry, then slowly smirked as she realized that Eric's cries of pain were faked. As Eric stared at Funboy through the wound in his hand, the hole disappeared and any blood around the wound was gone. "Jesus Christ!" Funboy cried, astonished and freaked out. "Jesus Christ," Eric echoed. "Stop me if you've heard this one. Jesus Christ walks into hotel," he was stopped by a bullet being fired through his shoulder. "Ow. He hands the innkeeper three nails and said." He was stopped again by another bullet tearing through his side. "Don't you ever fing die?" Funboy asked before Eric finished his joke. "Can you put me up for the night?" Eric grabs the gun from Funboy and shoots him through the thigh. Darla, thoroughly terrified, runs into the bathroom and closes the door. Funboy, however, falls to the bed and says, "Look what you've done to my sheets!" before passing out. Eric drags Funboy's body into the bathroom and tosses it in the tub, turning the shower on before facing Darla. He comes toward her and easily wrenches the knife she was wielding from her grasp, tossing it aside as he leads her toward the mirror. "Mother is the name of God on the lips and hearts of all children. Morphine is bad for you," he says, squeezing the liquid from her arm. "Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you. Go," he says, sending her from the room. Then, he turns to Funboy. He was starting to come around. Raven was standing in the middle of the room inspecting the syringes filled with morphine. She jumped into the shadows when Eric entered the room. But, rather than remaining silent, she chose to speak to him. "Eric," she called, disguising her voice. "Use his drugs against him. Turn them against him and kill him." She then made for the window, wanting to leave. "Wait!" Eric called after her. "Why are you helping me?"

Raven hesitated then answered. "My best friend was killed a year ago by the very men you hunt. I too seek revenge." Then, she disappeared into the night.