The next day-

Hanna Penelope Poppy Garcia De'lane stayed up all night listening to the small tape recorder that she got from her mother several days before today when she'd gone to check on her. She hadn't believed that her mother had been planning to kill herself, yet seeing was believing.

And the moment her mother's body had been zipped into the black tarp like bodybag she'd felt as if something had just put a hole through her heart.

Everything that she'd thought of her biological mother previously- Every small moment they had shared as she was growing up...all of it felt like some huge, painful joke.

Don't get her wrong, she'd known that Penelope Garcia was her mother since she was fifteen and had hacked into the sealed adoption records at St. Anna. One of the largest functioning orphanages in the city.

The place where Hanna had been taken when her teenage mother had given her up.

After that she had managed to hunt Penelope down and insert herself into her life as a neighborhood kid with too much time to kill. She had managed to coax Penelope into spending time with her, and getting to know her. Then about three years and eight months ago she had gone to visit Penelope and the woman had met her at the door wanting to know what she was doing inserting herself in her life.

The same life that she had wanted Hanna nowhere near. The two had had a long intense talk about why Hanna shouldn't be close to her biological mother. Yet in the end Hanna had finally managed to get through to her mom that she didn't expect her to raise her. She didn't expect anything from her. No reasons. No crap-I-forgot-your- birthday presents.

She wanted nothing more than a little bit of her time...and to have someone to watch the latest monster movies with on Friday nights. Thats it. Hanna didn't dare ask for anything more from her mother. And in the end, though she had learned a great deal about Penelope Garcia, she still felt cheated.

She sighed and flopped face down on her bed and groaned. God she was tired. She'd been listening to the tape over and over again plus hacking her mother's previous case files to see if she could find the reason she felt so spooked that she would feel the need to kill herself and leave a partially coherent message behind.

She clicked the tape recorder to stop her mothers babbling then rewound the tape so that she could listen to it again. She restarted the tape again from the beginning and started listening again.

Hanna, baby if your listening to this then I'm dead and while I know that that is horribly unfair to you, imagine how I feel at the moment. I won't tell you that I'm sorry. Because simply saying I'm sorry wouldn't be enough to properly convey how badly I feel for pretty much up and abandoning you again. All I can say is that there is a reason.

And I need you to beware the Boogyman. Because he's out there somewhere, watching, and waiting. He has a personal vendetta against me and my friends from work and- Her mothers voice stopped for a moment as if she must have been grappling with something before she started speaking again, her voice shakey and barely above a whisper. He's out there. Oh god he's out there and I just know that if I stay alive he'll somehow find you and hurt you.

Penelopes voice stopped speaking again for a moment before she seemed to pull herself together enough to say. The clues are in the old case files. I labeled them in code so that only you would know what you were looking at... I expect you to live through this and stay ten steps ahead of him. Because if I see you up here anytime soon I'm going to be soooo pissed.

Hanna sighed and turned the tape off there since the message ended there anyways and was about to try getting some sleep when she heard her adopted mother Helen De'lane call out to her. "Hanna! Did you get into trouble with the police again?"

Hanna pushed herself upright on her bed and looked towards her door with a scowl on her face as she heard several car doors slam.

Why would her mother ask her that? She had promised after the last time (the time she'd been thirteen and had stolen a car and run over her adopted father, Jack because he'd been drinking and had beat the hell out of Helen) that she would never get into trouble with the police again.

And she had more or less, for better or worse, managed to keep her promise. But only because Jack had left Helen after Hanna had threatened to kill him if he ever laid his hands on her adopted mother again. "Hanna! Answer me!" Helen called as Hanna shot across her room to her computer and started to shut it down then stuffed the tape recorder inside one of her pillow cases and went into her closet and found the gun that she'd bought without Helen's knowledge just in case Jack ever decided to come back.

She pulled the small revolver out of the tin box and put a bullet in it, just in case as she called out. "Not to my knowledge!" She could hear the faint hum of voices coming from downstairs. Closing her eyes she went totally still and listened and was able to sort and identify several different voices as well as why their owners were at the house.

She could distinctly hear her name being said as well as the question, "Would you mind if we talked to her?"

Hanna's paranoia kicked in and she looked around her room in a panic as she heard the creaking of the stairs giving way under someone who weighed anywhere from one hundred and sixty to two hundred and forty. No fat. Just muscle.

Shit- She had under one minute to disappear. She glanced towards the window and gulped a little bit. She hadn't snuck out since she was fourteen and even then she had always hated taking the window because of the twenty foot drop straight down. That and she had a really creepy looking old tree outside of her window that she couldn't use to climb down. The limbs simply wouldn't hold her weight anymore.

She heard footsteps outside of her bedroom and made a panicky strangled sound in the back of her throat and automatically went for the window and started to slip out when her bedroom door opened and one of the guys from yesterday, the six foot three mocha skinned guy, peered into her room cautiously. Before dark eyes locked on her semi escaping form hanging half in half out of the window and got an half frustrated half amused look on his handsome face.

"Hanna I take it?"

"Uh..." Hanna said unintelligibly as her face flushed all the way to the roots of her dark hair and got a doe caught in the headlights look a second before she lost her grip on the window sill and went tumbling to the ground below.