I didn't realize it at first. I saw the empty chair, but figured maybe she was at the other side of the garage. It was Dean's stunned face that made me connect my thoughts to what the empty chair really meant.

"Where is she?" I asked calmly.

Dean didn't answer me, his green eyes full of shock. I started to feel weary myself. "Where is she?" I said louder, panic coating my throat, causing my voice to sound harsh.

Finally, Dean blinked. He looked at the chair, then me.

"Where. Is. She!" I said once more, nearly shouting the words. The man grabbed some rubber gloves off of the shelf beside the door and began putting them on.

I reached behind him and my fingers hurriedly grasped the gloves. I pulled them over my shaky fingers.

Dean stepped down the stairs, once again going three at a time.

I felt a pang of tiredness as I placed my foot on the first step. I suddenly realized it was past five a.m, and I remembered that last night, (or last last night, however that works) I barely got any sleep. I had been up late reading, and got up early for school. About one hour of sleep max? That means all of the energy I had in my body was only one hour out of forty-eight. Greatttt. Especially with all the excitement going on.

Dean's grunt of distress flashed me back to reality. Somehow I'd gotten lost in my thoughts, and I turned, looking at him. He was holding one of the ends of the thick rope in his gloved hand. The rope was loosely tied around the leg of the chair.

"What?" I sleepily said.

Dean looked up at me. He beckoned with his free hand towards the rope he was holding.

I shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

He sighed. His brows were furrowed in concentration, digging between his eyes. "The rope hasn't been untied."

I felt my features sag a little bit, and ran the sentence through my brain. What did that mean? I couldn't put a finger on it still.

Dean groaned, rolling his eyes. "Do teenagers these days not pay attention to anything?" He pursed his lips. "Then again, this is 2028. I dunno if you're even considered a teenager 'nowdays.'"

He looked at me once more, and realized that he couldn't get to me no matter how hard he tried. Part of it must have been because I was so tired.

So, he said, "Okay, look here. The rope hasn't been untied."

I shook my head, still not understanding what he was going after.

"Then how did the girl get out!"

The words hit me. He was right. None of the ropes were untied, I noticed now, looking at the chair. They just were loose and sagged down.

"That doesn't make any sense…" I mumbled.

Dean stood up. My glare followed him. His facial expression was flushed with worry.

"Where'd she go?" I asked.

He shook his head. "We don't know." Gulping, he shoved his right hand into his pocket. He was trying to act calm. I could tell, my dad would do that too when he was freaked out about something but didn't want me to know. "This happened before."

I crossed my arms. It was my turn to pretend I was 'staying calm.' Sarcastically, I said, "people just disappeared, huh?"

He nodded.

I raised an eyebrow. I felt my legs shaking a little bit. My eye's feeling pressured again, the slightest sting of tears coating them. "You mean…..are you serious?!"

I said it louder then I wanted, my voice shaky. I let the tears coat my eyes, and felt one drip out of the corner of one. There goes staying calm.

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THOMAS POINT OF VIEW

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I had a bad feeling.

I don't know what it was, but for some reason I was being lured to check on JJ and Dean.

"Um," I said, slowly getting up from the table. "I'm going to go see what's taking them so long."

Sam looked up from my laptop he had borrowed to look up more about Ebola. He raised an eyebrow. "…They've only been gone for two minutes."

I shrugged, not sure what to say. "…it could have been three minutes." I pressed my teeth into my cheek. "Big difference if you think about it."

Sam had a suspicious look but said, "okay?"

I sharply smiled, then turned.

Heading down the hallway, I knew the feeling wasn't necessarily bad, just….gah I didn't know. I needed to make sure Jay was okay.

I saw the light from the garage as I turned the first corner. "JJ?" I called.

She stepped out from the ignited room. "Tom?" She looked worried. She was fine though. "Thomas," she said, her voice harsh. "She's gone."

I stopped. "Gone like…"

"Gone." JJ thrusted her hands around. "Not, dead, gone. Like she disappeared." JJ stopped moving her arms for a moment, deep in thought. "I mean, she could be dead but-"

"She's not," I interrupted.

JJ weakly grinned a little bit. Then she blinked, holding her lids closed for nearly a second before reopening them.

"You look tired."

She stood up stiffly, trying to act awake. "Huh? Oh, no, I'm fine-"

"Maybe you should go rest," I said. I know it's probably not too good of a time, with the end of the world being today, but…..she looked pretty worn out.

"What? Thomas, I'm fine," she said, blinking probably twenty times during the sentence.

"I know you are but," I shrugged. "I dunno', maybe you should just…rest."

JJ looked down. I wanted to sleep too. Close my eyes, never wake up. It was tempting. But it was the last thing on my mind. I was wondering what on earth was going on with Maison 'disapearing'. But first I wanted to convince JJ to take a rest. Let the worry take a break in her mind and let her sleep, peacefully. Maybe by the time she woke up everything would be resolved…..Maybe she would wake up in her bed realizing this was all just a dream….

Oh how I wished we all would.

But for now, I needed to focus on what was going on. "Seriously, Jay. Get some sleep. You can rest in the second guest room downstairs."

She blinked again. "No, I'm FINE."

We both turned as Dean stepped out of the garage. "She is fine," his deep voice informed. I frowned. The man's face was flushed, but not tired at all. After all, at least in the TV show, Dean ran on three hours of sleep with no problem. "But," he started again, looking at JJ. "It probably would be best to get some shut eye for now."

I'm sure he was going for the same thing I was. Let her sleep it out.

JJ sighed. Looking towards Dean then me, both of us pressuring her, she sagged her shoulders, which indicated she had finally given in. "Fine. I'll go downstairs."

"Wait," Dean rested his hand on her shoulder, and she turned. "We salted down there, right?" He asked.

I nodded. "West and I covered that."

Dean pursed his lips. "Okay just….be careful."

"Psh, I'm not a careful person," Jay joked. It made me smile a bit. Boy, she sure WAS a careful person. How she always made sure she would tell a stranger his shoe was untied so he wouldn't trip. I could think of dozens of things.

"I'm serious," Dean said harshly. "If you get any type of, bad feeling, just get up here."

She slowly nodded. "Yeah." Cautiously, she stepped back, then turned and walked away.

I pursed my lips. Sighing a little bit, I asked Dean, "What's going on?"

Dean frowned. "The girl's gone."

"Maison? You mean she disappeared?"

Shrugging, Dean said, "sounds like it."

"Doesn't that seem a little…bazaar?" I felt a little angry about how calm this guy was about everything. Sure, he's a hunter, but any sane human being would be at least the slightest bit worried. And this guy wasn't showing any signs of so.

"So?" Dean blinked. I suddenly realized he was worried, he just had a thing with keeping all of his emotions locked inside of him. I felt kind of bad for him.

"Do people just disappear all the time for you guys? I don't remember that on the show."

Dean thought for a moment. "….yes. Well, not people. Other…things…teleport and stuff. This," He pointed towards the garage. "Is just like the Croatoan virus. Especially all those 'ebola' forms going missing. I'm pretty sure that wasn't a coincidence."

We were both silent. I shifted, then, while looking down at the floor, thought about everything.

My mind swirled. I realized we haven't been doing anything, ANYTHING but hiding. Locking ourselves in my house, lining the windows with salt to keep stuff out. Shouldn't we be the one's going out? Trying to save people? I mean, isn't the Winchester's family's motto "Saving people?"

I looked back up at Dean, who also seemed to be having a staring contest with the hardwood floor. "Why aren't we doing anything?"

Looking up, Dean seemed a little shocked with my strong tone.

"Why aren't we out there, figuring this out? You know, we probably could of stopped Masion and Shep from getting this thing….." I nearly chocked at the mention of Shep's name. I finally was understanding Sam & Dean's relationship with each other. Although Shepherd and I weren't too close, we were as close as we needed, and I was grateful for that. Now that I know Shepherd was proably either dying or "disapearing" I felt one of the boy's pain when the other one died.

The only difference is in the show when one of them dies, they usually come back.

But I didn't know if Shep was going to.

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JJ'S POINT OF VIEW

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I stared up at the ceiling. The textured paint looked dim and faded in the darkness, although I knew it had just gotten repainted a couple of weeks ago.

I turned on my side. Thoughts swelled through me, and I knew I wasn't going to sleep. I was glad for the relaxation though.

Squishing my fingers in the soft fabric of the quilt, I thought of my own bed. I thought of my home, where when I was young Dad would tuck me in and pray with me before I fell asleep. I was lucky to be a kid that would pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Currently, that was not the case.

I felt soft weariness coat me, and thought I was actually close to falling asleep, until I heard a loud bang.

Leaning up stiffly, I peered throughout the room. A chill crawled up my spine. Glancing around the room, my eye's froze on the silhouette of a man.

Slowly, I silently pulled the quilt off of my lap and placed my toes on the cold floor. Oh how I wished I'd kept my fluffy socks on.

Quietly approaching the door, where the light switch sat next to it, I got that feeling you get when you're walking to your bed in the dark, trying to hurry to the safety of your bed without getting grabbed by the occasional monster.

I flipped the light on, relief flooding through me. The shadow I'd been weary of turned out to just be a blanket draped over the desk chair.

I jumped when I heard the clang again. I followed the noise to the ceiling. After a moment I heard more noises, then realized it was soft footsteps. Du-uh, I thought. You're sleeping right under the kitchen, you dork. Obviously the strange sounds where just the men and Thomas walking around.

Grabbing my socks off of the wooden desk chair I opened the door and headed out. There was no way I was falling asleep, it was pointless to try and get any rest. I knew I would fail and end up just wasting time pointlessly thinking about life.

Heart pounding, mind spinning, I felt laughter rising up in my throat about how scared I had been of the shadow.

A small giggle escaped my mouth and I placed the back of my hand over my lips to cease the noise. Suddenly, I heard the squeak of a door.

That wasn't upstairs, I thought. That was down here.

I scrunched my nose, furrowing my eyebrows in deep. I wasn't going to be that chick in a horror movie that yells out, "Who's there?"

I remembered early today…er….yesterday, when I was in the kitchen and the lights and water went out and I had the same thought.

I recalled the thought. Why did the water and power go out?

But I didn't have much time to think about it because when I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Oh my gosh! Oh, it's just you, West." I peered up at him. I couldn't see his expression in the faded light. His hair was scraggly and out of place, probably from his violently rubbing his hands back and forth on his temple, which he does when he's worried or frustrated. Considering Maison, he most likely had been doing a lot of thinking that caused him to be both.

I started chewing on the side of my cheek. "West?"

I bad feeling crawled up my skin. The same feeling I had gotten when I had walked into my house, to greet my mom…..

Slowly, I silently placed one of my legs behind me. I felt goosebumps rising up on my arms, then my legs, and momentarily everywhere. A cold chill swelled over my body.

West had the virus. I could feel it, I could see it in the way he was standing awkwardly, breaths in sync.

"West…." I slowly said, unsure what to do. I gasped in a bit of are, squeezing my lips and cheeks together. Fear coated my brain causing me to want to panic. "….Snap out of it." I swallowed, my throat dry, barely managing to do so. I wanted to throw up. This was all happening way too fast. Like a movie that is only 90 minutes but deserves to be two hours. Everything was stuffing in an area too small that couldn't hold it. About to explode. I felt like I might explode, too, if I stopped holding my breath.

How he'd gotten it? I couldn't say. I couldn't think about anything, let alone that.

The only light on downstairs was the bathroom, and the glow from it eerily shined on West's face. He smirked.

Unlike my mom, it looks like I'd bumped into him in mid-side effects. The virus had already gotten the best of him. I felt like he was going to attack me any moment. I took another cautious step back.

"I won't hurt you, Jay," West said, the dark smirk creeping up his face. My eyes were locked on him. I was afraid to blink. I thought that if I closed my eyes for even the slightest moment, it would leave him enough time to effect me with no reason to even pause.

I stepped once more. Instantly, as my foot touched the floorboard, I squeezed my face in regret. The floor creaked, and West used the opportunity of me not paying attention to charge.

I ran.

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