I quickly called Ranger and got his voicemail. I left him a message, telling him everything I knew. Then I called Mia. Her cell phone must have been turned off because it went straight to voice mail. I repeated my message and hung up. I looked up at Marcus. Well. Crap.

"We have to go to the graveyard." Marcus just nodded, not questioning my logic.

"I'll drive."

I just nodded. I didn't tell him that I had no other choice. No car. The thought of my car reminded me of what this guy had done to it. And what he was capable of. That guy had Andy. We got into his Jeep and I buckled up.

I got his attention in the growing darkness. "Go fast." He just nodded. And he did.

XxXxXxX

Riverview was the oldest cemetery in town. I decided to try that. It was the closest to my apartment and it was the closest to Johnson's Funeral Parlor. Marcus stopped on the street and we walked through the gates, our dark clothes were the perfect camouflage in the near darkness. The air was brisk and my cheeks were immediately cold. I wasn't sure where to start so I chose a path at random.

We walked around, looking for any sign of life. I saw the crypts and started toward them. Marcus stopped and grabbed my arm. I looked back at him. He pointed to a crypt that was on the edge of the cemetery. Sure enough, there was a strip of light shining out. We walked closer, my hand in his so we didn't lose each other in the darkness. The strip of light came from the door being slightly ajar. We crept up to the slightly open door and peered in.

The first thing I saw was Andy tied to an above ground coffin. He sat on the floor with his eyes closed. His mouth was clenched shut and tears were running down his face silently. I almost gasped when I saw why. There were bodies all around him. The missing bodies. More than we realized. Parts were missing off all the bodies. An ear here, a leg there. I nearly gagged. I turned my head to look at Marcus and I saw the man standing behind us.

This time I did scream. The man was in the darkness and I couldn't make out anything about him besides his outline. In his outstretched hand was a huge knife. Marcus turned with me and jumped when he saw the same shape.

"I think now would be a good time to join Andy." The eerily voice from the phone was mixed with a more familiar voice this time. Marcus and I backed up until we were in the crypt with Andy. He looked up as I looked over my shoulder. I tried a shaky smile and turned back to the man holding a knife in the shadows. He stepped forward and I gasped. Dan Wheaton swung the knife at us and we jumped out of the way. "Sit." He told us and we followed his command. I sat on one side of Andy and Marcus sat on the other. The three of us pressed as close as we could to comfort Andy.

"Luke and Leia." I murmured in his ear. He tried to nod. This was just too much for him.

Wheaton stood over the coffin above us. The lid had been slid partially off to reveal whosever body was in there. He leaned in, adjusting something.

"Mother was so beautiful. You can't see it now, of course, she's let herself go so much. But that's okay, isn't it, Mother? We're working on fixing that right up." He was speaking so normally. I shivered. It was just too creepy for me. I looked up at him.

"You killed your own father."

He laughed, dully. "That man wasn't much of a father. He ignored me most of my life. He only took me in when he found out he could use me. Of course, I used him right back, so I guess we're even, aren't we?" He hummed a little and reached into the coffin.

"Life was so good when I was with you." He murmured lovingly to the corpse. "You made everything magic, even when you would marry those nasty men. Why wasn't I enough? Now, I've finally found someone for you. Then, you can come back and be here just for me. He can be here for both of us. Just the three of us. "He smiled softly and whispered it again. I looked at my companions. Andy was desperately trying to stay calm and Marcus was totally intent on helping Andy. I was the only one of us that could hear Wheaton.

"Why Andy?" I asked him. I was trying to keep him somewhat in the moment. My biggest fear right now was that he would lose the last of his sanity while we were still here. "Why did you take Andy?"

"He's so much like Mother. I could sense it in his soul. He was so beautiful, so kind. I thought maybe he could finally be the man that Mother needed." He frowned, softly. "I need him. I need him to bring her back."

Oh, damn, this was not going how I wanted it to.

"Why did you kill Jack Finney?" I asked him, grabbing Andy's hand. Andy was shaking so badly. It scared me to feel his terror.

"That foolish old man. He would have been okay, if he had just stayed where he was. Everything would have been okay, but no, he had to try to stop me. The fool." Wheaton's voice had risen in rage, and then he calmed and began stroking whatever was in the coffin. "You know, Stephanie? You have the same eyes as Mother. That's the last part I need. Her beautiful eyes." I shuttered and Andy squeezed my hand. I looked at him. His eyes were beginning to clear, as if he was coming out of it. I squeezed his hand back. Marcus had his other hand. I looked across to the other man. He nodded to me and I nodded back. We were in this together.

"How did Finney get caught the first time?"

"That bitch, of course. Aunt Bernice. She never was as good as Mother. She hated her and she hated me. That bitch ruins everything! Except, she was too stupid to understand. I was trying to bring her sister back. That's all. She found the body and she thought it was Poppa. She thought Poppa was killing people. And so, Poppa went away. That bitch sent Poppa away." It clicked in my mind. He had lived with Jack Finney's daughter. Jack Finney was blamed for his grandson's crimes. "I had to destroy that last body. It was corrupt. Mother didn't like it. But this one, this one's better."

"Why did you trash my car?" I looked up at him and he was looking off in the distance. He couldn't hear me anymore.

"Everything is going to be okay now. It's going to work this time. I have someone Mother will like." He nodded, and then looked down at Andy. "I want to show you Mother. She isn't ready yet, but she will be." He leaned down and cut Andy loose. He drug Andy up, ripping his hands out of ours. I started to stand, but Wheaton pointed his knife at me.

"Stay right there, Stephanie. This is something only he can see. You can't take him from me this time." Andy looked at us wildly. I looked at Marcus then pointed my chin up at the coffin lid. It was just above him. He looked up then nodded. I crawled closer to the end, where Andy and Dan Wheaton were standing. Andy saw me, then started sobbing.

"Let me go! Please, just let me go!" He fought with Wheaton until I was behind him. I touched his leg and he stopped.

"That's better. See, isn't she beautiful?" The crazy bastard leaned over the casket and Andy winced at the sight.

"Gorgeous."

"Oh, I knew you were perfect! I'm so happy that you will join our family! You and Mother can love each other, then you will be my father! Doesn't that sound great?"

"Yeah, can't wait." Andy said through clenched teeth. I looked at Marcus, he nodded. He was ready. I looked up. The knife was in Wheaton's far hand, away from Andy. Andy was trying to edge away. Wheaton had let him go. I stood up behind them and shoved Wheaton and he lost his footing, falling forward. He landed on the corpse of his mother and Marcus shoved the lid into place.

"Oh, god." Andy grabbed me and wrapped me in a fierce hug. "Holy hell, Steph, I thought we were going to die."

I hugged him back. "Let's get out of here."

"I've been waiting all night to hear those words."