Grace began to panic. Sprinting up the stairway, she shook Regan awake.
"What's up? Regan said groggily.
"Ingrid. She's coming down the driveway. Marcus and I are going to hide, but we need you to get her to go away. I have a bad feeling about this."
Regan nodded. "Alright." She got up and pulled on her slippers, and then walked downstairs. Grace followed her and slipped into the cellar, where Marcus was waiting.

Suddenly, shouting erupted from the kitchen.
"WHERE IS HE?" Ingrid's voice rang through the halls. 'I SAW HIS UTE, WHERE IS HE?"
"Look, he's not here. His ute broke down here, so we left it there, and gave him a lift home. Calm down, Ingrid."
"No." That one word was far more dangerous than all the others, and a second later, Regan screamed. The sickening thud of a body hitting the floor followed.

"Come out, come out..." Ingrid's voice crooned as she stalked along the hallway. "Come out, lover boy and man stealer... come out..."
Grace had been fumbling around in the near-dark, and Marcus saw that she had picked up a piece of timber, around four feet long and three inches thick.
"I'll sort her out." Marcus nodded.
"Be careful." He kissed her cheek, and she silently climbed the stairs.

Ingrid had stopped before the McLeod family photos, and was looking at one of Jodi and Tess. Behind her, Grace approached cat-like, carefully avoiding the creaking floorboards.
"Ah yes, Jodi Fountain... I'm sorry I never met you. Regan spoke highly of you, yes she did." Ingrid gripped a knife, twelve inches of steel and wooden handle. Blood, Regan's blood, dripped off the blade and onto the floor.
Grace acted then. Swinging the plank as hard as she could, she thumped it into the back of Ingrid's head. Ingrid fell down almost instantly. Grace dropped her piece of wood, and ran into the kitchen.

The floor of the kitchen was red. Grace skidded to a stop and knelt down beside her sister.
"Regan, Regan? Can you hear me?"
Regan's eyes remained closed. Marcus sprinted into the kitchen.
"Help me, Marcus. Call an ambulance."
Marcus nodded and picked up the phone. Grace found where Ingrid had stabbed Regan. It was a large wound, just beneath her ribs. Grace ripped off her shirt and applied pressure to the knife puncture with it.
"Yes, she's been stabbed. We need an ambulance here as soon as possible."
"Yes, that's correct."
"Well, it's a knife wound, quite large, just below her ribs. Her sister is applying pressure."
"She is breathing, but it's shallow."
"Ok, I'll stay on the line."