Annie wasn't sure what to make of the new pieces of evidence she had found with Glen. It was not hard finding information on Randy Shaul within Jeff's files, and even less so on his so called "murder." Randy was the one who had lit the spark that ignited Jeff's snap, sending him over the edge and causing him to spiral into insanity. The photos taken at the crime scene where Shaul was supposedly found dead were as gruesome as she thought.

And yet that isn't even Randy. She thought to herself as she poured over the photographs. Everything in them mimicked how one of Jeff's scenes would play out. Blood splatters that pointed to violent stabbing, multiple lacerations to the arms and chest that suggested "Randy" had fought back, head trauma and a hole in the plaster of the wall that told a too clear story for her liking.

Yes, she liked it when things lined up nice and neat, but this story was over twenty years old, why was it things were only lining up now?

And what did this have to do with the kidnapping of the twins?

Brown sat back in her chair, pinching the space between her eyes and rubbing the fatigue out of them. It had been eight days since she lost sight of Emma and Jeff, and reporters were coming up with theories that the Ghost Killer had been the one to take them. But Annie knew better, what with the phone call Jeff had given her.

None of it seemed to make sense, how could Randy fake his death and keep up the act for thirty years? How did Jeff never figure out? What did any of this have to do with Emma and Jeff?

"This is something out of a scene of Murder, She wrote," Glen said after depositing their fourth coffees of that evening.

"You're telling me." Annie sipped at the hot liquid and relaxed and the familiar bitter taste. "A murder that never really happened, kidnapping, what's next? Some kind of cult sacrifice to the Devil?"

"Be careful what you wish for, Anne," Glen warned with no real threat. Annie just shook her head after setting down her mug, burying her hands in her hair with a frustrated sigh.

"I swear to God, after this case I'm retiring."

"You can't do that. What would this Precinct be without you?" His joke was only met with heavy sigh of a tired and stressed Police Chief.

"It doesn't get any easier."

"Were you expecting it to?" Glen asked.

"I wasn't expecting helping a murderer find his kids." The man was quiet for a moment after hearing that, the silence tense between them before he finally broke it.

"So you believe it? That they're his?"

Annie looked at him with a sort of defeated expression, shoulders sagging and giving away just how exhausted she must be.

"I don't want to... but with everything that's happened and the call he gave us..."

This was something out of a nightmare-or a poorly written horror movie. Psycho murderer looks for his missing children who have undertaken the roles of normal teenagers living on their own in an abandoned Orphanage building. She just couldn't imagine sweet little Emma or Jeff being the spawns of someone like Jeffrey Woods.

Did they know? She wondered if they had any a clue to where their bloodline came from. She vaguely wondered who their mother was, then told herself that it was probably best if she didn't know all the details of this family history. Less she be burdened with that knowledge for the rest of her life.

"I hope we find them." Glen's voice broke her free of her thoughts and she looked to the young man sitting on the edge of her desk. "I hope we find them so that maybe we can finally put this case in a box. Put Woods behind bars, or better yet the Electric Chair, and find the twins a good home. I just want this thing to end..."

"...me too, Glen. Me too."

Some miles away, a pair of twins sat in a white room wearing hospital scrubs. They had been there for days now, and if they had been keeping track of the time correctly, School had started and their birthday should be in three days. Or was it two? They would be turning fifteen in a short matter of hours. Or would they?

Lately they had begun questioning who it was they could trust. Agent Hoff was quickly put in the "No" category. Jeff had found his sister's shock-prod scars, and she found his. They had found them shortly after waking from their shared dream with The Tall Man. He was one they could trust. They weren't sure why, but they just knew.

"We need to get out of this place," Jeff had said for most likely the hundredth time that day (night?). He would always be staring at the wall opposite from where he was sitting, the green of his eyes radiating some sort of anger that Emma never knew he had. Then again, where had hers come from back when she first woke up strapped to a gurney?

"How?" She would always follow up. Jeff never seemed to have an answer, he would always fall silent after that and then the 'nurses' would come to give them their 'sleeping pills.' They never took them, always spitting them out afterwards and flushing them. Then one day, as Jeff said his line and Emma said hers, the male twin turned his eyes on his sister.

"We need to kill Hoff."

Emma had froze in her spot on the bed, paling at the words that came from her brother's mouth and looking at him in horrified disbelief. "That's crazy! We can't kill anyone!"

"That redhead nurse doesn't pay attention. She forgets things in here or leaves them out when they shouldn't. I once tried, I snuck a tongue depressor off her once."

"You pickpocketed a tongue depressor."

Jeff rifled in his scrub pockets before producing said depressor with his signiture grin. The sight of it made his sister laugh at the foolishness.

"I was thinking I could get a scalpel next."

Emma's laughter fell away as she looked at her twin. He was turning the stick within his hands, examining it though there was nothing printed on the wood. "I know it's risky, but if we can get some sort of blade we could stand a chance of getting out of here."

"We don't even know what's outside this room.."

His tinkering stopped and he sighed, tossing the stick away before looking down. "I know."

"...do you believe what The Tall Man told us?" Jeff looked up at his sister's question.

"You mean how we're some sort of supernatural entities with powers more powerful than anything we've ever known? And how our parents gave us up in order to hide us?"

Emma nodded.

"...yeah."

"Me too. It's kind of nice. Knowing that they've actually cared all these years, that they've been worried and always had us on their minds."

"Could do without the whole serial killer status but beggars can't be choosers right?"

Another smile crossed the female twin's face as she chuckled. They've entered into a sort of acceptance of who they were, and where they came from. It brought them a sort of peace and gave them a goal to strive for. Escape, and either make their way back to Evergreen, or reunite with their parents. They supposed it mattered on how they escaped in the first place.

"We'll get out of here." Emma smiled at her brother.

"Yeah." Jeff grinned back. "Maybe we can do it before our birthday."