General POV
Simon crawled through the small space until he found himself in the room next to Theodore's. Once there, he tried the door. Luckily, it was unlocked so he could easily just walk right out. However, as he opened the door, it squeaked loudly. Simon cringed. Stupid door, he thought as he lifted it as high as it would on its hinges so it wouldn't squeak as loudly. Simon tiptoed down the hall and towards the stairs, his halo making a bright shine against the dark wall. He tried to douse the light with his hands, but the light went right through his small, transparent hands.
Simon sighed. Maybe he won't see, he hoped. Before he left the house, he checked on the guy dressed in black. He was fast asleep on the rotting couch in the living room, a ratty blanket covered him. Simon got closer. He wanted to see the man's face so he could identify him to the police. The man had many scars along his cheeks and dark stubble covered his chin. He had wrinkles all over his face, and judging by where they were, Simon could tell the guy frowned a lot.
When the man rolled over, Simon jumped and bolted towards the front door. When he saw it was locked, he quietly opened the kitchen window and slipped out, closing it behind him. Then he turned and began to run for home.
Please let them be there, Simon hoped. He didn't want to have to worry about finding them.
Meanwhile, at home, Dave and Alvin had fallen asleep on the front step, each clutching their half of the blanket close. Alvin heard a loud howl and jumped. He was still a bit nervous about wild animals even though Theo, at one point, was a Were-puppy. Alvin's eyelids began to droop again as he realized there was nothing to worry about. But before he fell asleep again, something bright caught his eye. He opened his eyes and saw a white light coming towards them. Alvin smiled broadly. "Simon," he whispered, then he shook Dave hard. "Dave, look! It's Simon!"
Dave woke almost immediately, his head snapping up. He turned his head so he could look out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, he saw the light too. Alvin jumped up and ran towards the light, and as he got closer, he began to make out more and more of the actual shape of his deceased younger brother. Alvin tackled him and hugged him tightly, Simon laughing in relief. "Did you follow them? Where's Theodore?" Alvin asked in a rush. Dave came up to Alvin.
"Yeah, I did. He's actually only a few blocks away. If you want, we can go now and I can show you where it is," Simon told Alvin. Alvin smiled and turned to Dave.
"Simon says he followed the man and Theo is only a couple blocks away!" Dave sighed.
"Thank goodness. Should I call the police and have them rescue Theo?"
"No," Simon said while Alvin relayed it to Dave. "The man is unstable. The house is a mess; you don't know what he's got in there. If he hears the police, who knows what he might do to Theo to make them go away. We need to sneak Theo out of there somehow."
"How?" Dave asked.
"I… don't know," Simon admitted. Alvin groaned.
"You mean to tell us you don't want to help Theo?"
"No, no!" Simon cried. "Of course I do! I just don't want something to happen to him in the process."
"Oh," Alvin looked down. "Well, should we go there anyway, and Dave could bring his cell phone in case we need to call the police anyway?"
"Sure," Simon said hesitantly. He didn't want them to be seen. "But I need to go back in there to reassure Theo; he's pretty scared. Can I trust you guys to not do anything rash while I'm in there?"
Dave and Alvin nodded like good school boys.
"Okay, follow me."