"Sookie, so pleased to see that you've recovered from last night," Eric greeted her the following evening as she opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" Sookie countered, ignoring his attempt at pleasantry.
"I need your help," he answered, dropping all attempts at small talk, "I need to find out who bombed Fangtasia and why. It might be the only way I can keep Pam safe," he added when Sookie looked doubtful.
"I don't see what I can do," Sookie told him, mulling over his request.
"You must have heard something whilst you were there," he pressed.
Sookie closed her eyes, trying to remember, "I really don't remember 'hearing' anything," she confessed, opening her eyes, "I left right after I spoke to you."
Eric cursed quietly, "You haven't heard anything elsewhere? Noth-" he was cut off as an acute feeling of pain and fear suddenly flashed through him, causing him to take a couple of steps back from the force of it.
"Eric?" Sookie asked, coming out onto the veranda with a concerned expression.
Eric ignored her as he followed the feelings to their source and was alarmed to find that he could feel nothing else, "Pam," he murmured, looking over at Sookie whose alarmed expression mirrored his own, before he took flight.
He should never have left her alone, he berated himself, she was still too weak, too vulnerable. If anything happened to her he would never-
His thoughts were cut off as he came within sight of his house or rather, what was left of his house.
"Pam!" he called out frantically, rushing into the burning embers. He searched everywhere but he could find no sign of her. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to reach out to her, but he felt nothing. Opening his eyes he surveyed the damage in horror as he came to grips with the grim reality.
Pam was gone.