I don't normally do these notes but I feel like I owe you an apology- I'm so sorry that this is dragging on! I was trying to upload every few days but it's been a while- I've had a birthday, exams and lots of work. So once again I'm very sorry but now I have some more free time so I'll be back to a more regular uploading schedule- hopefully! Also sorry that the first version of this was corrupted!

Ethan sat on the bed and starred at the wall, wishing he had brought a book with him. Lofty and Robyn sat on their beds to his right and Caleb sat on his bed to his left.

'What do you think is going on?' Robyn's voice wobbled with terror.

No one answered her question. No one knew the answer. They had all been asking themselves that for hours.

There was a knock at the door. Heads turned as two police officers entered.

'We have found Mr Dean and Miss Wheeler.'

'Where are they?'

'Miss Wheeler is in a serious condition in hospital with a bullet wound to her chest.'

'And Ian?' The answer was obvious

'Sadly Mr Dean had sustained significant injuries at was pronounced dead at the scene.' This was all becoming all too real. The deafening silence that they had grown all too aware of returned. Someone really did want to kill them. Someone had the skills and tools to kill them.

Two days later Jess died.

The day after they heard about Jess' death they were moved into a small detached house. There were three bedrooms. Ethan and Cal were put into one, Robyn and Lofty into another. The final room was occupied by four police officers. They took turns being awake, waiting, watching every move. The police wore civilian clothes and their car outside was unmarked. The only thing that connected them with the police force was their weapons.

'I hate to repeat myself Cal but I am so board!' Ethan sat on his bed, opposite his brother who was otherwise occupied by a bit of dirt under his fingernail.

'I could ask Barry to get some stuff from the shops.' Ethan, Cal, Robyn and Lofty were joined in the house by Barry, Oliver, Felicity and Ivy, the police officers. Having come to terms that they were stuck together for the considerable future everyone got along well. Every Thursday morning Felicity and Oliver would go shopping, always paying by cash, for the basics. Paying by cash meant that it was harder to track their payments. Every precaution was being taken to keep them safe. The cars were new to the police force and hadn't been used before, the officers had been given new identities to use outside of the house. Only Oliver and Felicity ever left and when they did they became the young, recently married couple Ray and Emily. 'Emily' was 6 months pregnant- made realistic by the large silicone belly she wore outside.

'I could ask her to get the Star Wars films...'

'No way.'

'What?'

'There is no way in hell that I am ever going to watch all 10 of them!'

'There are only 7 Cal!' Ethan whined.

'Well that's 7 too many for my liking...' He muttered but Ethan still heard every single word. Cal may have spoken with innocent intentions but his words stung. The longer they were trapped in the house, the more irritable the occupants became.

It was four am. Felicity lay on her camp bed and starred up at the ceiling. They had swapped shifts at 7 but she couldn't sleep. She rolled over to look towards the corner of the room where Oliver lay.

'Oliver? You awake?'

'Yeah.' Her question was met by a sigh.

'What's keeping you up?'

'Probably the same as you and everyone else in this house- what the hell is going on? I mean we're protecting 4 medical staff from a psycho.'

'Or maybe more than one.'

'Why are they doing this? When are they going to stop? And, let's be honest, we all want to know who's responsible for all of this.'

As the room fell quiet Oliver began to think that Felicity had gone to sleep. He started to close his eyes but was interrupted by her voice.

'Hey Ollie- what's going to happen if we're here for another 3 months.'

'What d'ya mean?'

'Well Emily is supposedly 6 months pregnant. In 3 months she's going to have a baby. I hate to break it will you,

Ollie, but I'm not pregnant. I'm not going to be able to make a baby appear out of nowhere.'

'You'll figure something out. You always do. I wouldn't want to be fake married to anyone else.' In the darkness he smiled. As did she.

'I'm going to need to learn how to do this then. I'm not a mum- I'm a cop. I'd like it to stay that way.'

'You have an entire three months to figure out all that. Don't rush it.'

'What if I mess it up? What if I blow everything? If it all goes wrong then...'

'Hey. Don't think like that. Something will come around. It always does.'

Again the room was quiet. The sound of the TV downstairs was barely audible.

'Ollie- I'm scarred.'

'Me too.' And it was true. He was terrified.