After a couple of days, Jo was better and went back to work. The last few days had been so hectic Jo and Alex had barely seen each other. Jo got home after her 48hr shift at 8pm. Alex would be home within the next few hours. Jo walked in and dropped her purse on the floor and found the nearest couch. She began channel surfing and finally settled on a horror movie. Twenty minutes quickly flew by. Jo heard footsteps on the porch. She quickly turned off the TV and the lamp by the couch. She saw a dark figure walking on the porch peaking through the blinds. She sat there motionless for what felt like forever. After she was sure they were gone. She ran upstairs to call Alex. Of course, voicemail. He probably got called in for surgery. Jo went to every window and door and made sure they were locked. Who ever was there she hoped would never return. After a couple hours Jo finally felt comfortable falling asleep.
Jo woke up to a loud noise that sounded like glass breaking. Jo looked at the clock and realized she had only been asleep 20 minutes. She grabbed the baseball bat Alex kept under the bed. When Jo reached the top of the stairs she hesitated going down. She ran to the window to see if she could see anyone. She reached the window just in time. Moments later and she wouldn't of been able to see him. No, it couldn't be, could it? Jo would recognize him anywhere. Jo dialed 911 at the speed of light.