Hello again. New week, new chapter and once again I would like to thank to those who have given me great reviews, I hope you will continue with that. This time I will focus a little more on Dean and Susan, it can't be easy for them taking in all that has happened so far. How does two rational and perfectly normal adults handle this?

Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H.

Susan and Dean were running in panic through the basement, trying not to stumble and fall over anything that was there. Something the dim light didn't make easy. "Do you think Will be okay in there?" a scared Susan said to Dean as she jumped over an old sack on the floor with William crying in her arms.

"I honestly don't know Susan, but from what she did to the door, I am sure she isn't defenseless. She turned out to be quite a grown woman from what I can tell. She shot lightning and even got wings. I had no idea that Will could do that," Dean said to his wife.

"I had no idea about this either, and I who though I knew my daughter," Susan whispered not really knowing what to think. They ran past some large chests and Dean said as he jumped, "Perhaps we should trust Will to know what she is doing, she is after all your daughter."

"Our daughter," Susan said.

"Our daughter" Dean quickly corrected himself. "Think about it. It can't have been easy for her either, hiding this for us for who knows for how long time. I am positive that when all this is over and we all are safely out of here, we will get a perfectly rational explanation." Susan didn't say anything so Dean added "At least as long the word rational goes in this case."

They came to the door leading out to the stairway that would take them up and out from here. The stair room was dark, but not as pitch dark as when they came. Because from behind them the dim light, turned on by Will's magic, casted enough light to highlight outlines on the stair. Therefore, without slowing down they climbed the stairs at full speed.

Upstairs, the corridor was still dark because no one had thought of turning on any light when they raced down to the basement. Outside it was still night so nothing but a weak light came from the windows, just enough to see the world in grey and black. "What shall we do know?" Susan asked Dean.

"We run into our room and grab some warm clothes, a flashlight and try to get outside. We will wait for Will there and have the car ready in case we need to get away fast." Dean said, trying to be rational. Both looked over their shoulders when they heard crashes coming from the basement and feared the worst, but they continued.

They rushed into the bedroom and turned on the light inside and got what they needed, but while Susan shifted to some more outdoor clothes he noticed her legs, "Susan, you are still bleeding!" Susan looked first at her husband and then down at her legs that were soaked in blood and said.

"Yes I am, but there are no time to treat that now, it will have to wait for later."

"But."

"No, I can manage it. I will take William while you turn on the lights in the corridor when we pass the switch. You got it?"

Not being one to question his wife, Dean said yes and then they ran outside. When they came to the living room area they passed a switch that enabled Dean to turn on the light for this part of the corridor and all the way out to the entrance hall. The effect of the light was immediate; the corridor didn't seem so scary anymore, and that gave them courage to run further. Susan managed to calm William down such that he didn't make so much noise anymore.

The reception area was without light, but the light from the corridor behind them reached far enough to see well enough and Dean got his flashlight working too. They passed the reception desk and hurried toward the great wooden double doors that led out from the asylum. Dean reached the door first, stuck the key in the lock and turned it around. But when he tried to open the door it wouldn't bulge any more than the door he had tried to open in the basement a little earlier.

"What is wrong with the doors in this house?" said Dean as he franticly tried to push the door open. But the old door was stuck as if somebody had put a bolt on it, this was far beyond what he could handle.

"Let's try opening a window instead," Susan suggested and ran towards one a couple of meters to the left of the entrance.

Dean hurried over to her and began taking of the hooks that locked the window in its place, but when they were off the window wouldn't move that either. "Maybe it's just hard to open, try pull harder," said Susan to Dean. Dean tried again, but, "No. It is completely stuck. Just wait a moment." With that he ran away from the window and disappeared behind the reception desk. He came back a short moment later with a wooden chair in his hands.

"Watch out, I will try to break it," he said. Susan moved away to protect herself and her child from what was coming.

Dean held on to the back of the chair and smashed it against the window. A load crack was heard but it came from the chair, not the window. "What!" he exclaimed, and tried to hit the window over again, but after just three attempt the chair he was holding fell apart.

"Maybe we should go looking for another exit?" said Susan nervously.

"No," Dean breathed, "If we can't open neither the door or the window in this room, I seriously doubt it will be possible any other place either."

"Shall we wait for Will here then, and hope she will be able to handle this?" said Susan.

"That might be the best idea," Dean answered and leaned his back against the wall. None said anything, and even William was quiet. The noise from the basement had stopped and no sound came from the long corridor they had come from.

Susan turned her head around and looked to the dark left corridor that led to the other wing. "Or perhaps not," she whispered as she saw a thin slip of black smoke started to seep up from the cracks between the planks on the floor.

A very short moment later, they found themselves up in the hallway on the third floor. "What shall we do now?" asked Susan.

"We can try to find a room to hide in, maybe there is a room with a broken window somewhere?" a panting Dean said.

"But I can't recall that any of the rooms we have been looking into have had anything broken," said Susan.

"Then let us at least find a room where we can stay inside while we catch our breath," suggested Dean.

"Just one condition, I want a room with two doors just in case."

They eventually found such a room, even though it wasn't easy in the dark because none of them dared to try to turn on the light in the corridor, signalizing where they were. It was an office of some kind with one door leading directly out to the corridor and the other one leading into the neighboring room, which also had another door that led into the corridor.

Dean found himself a chair and sat down on it and let his breath out, "I hope we will be safe her for a little while," he said to his wife and made a gesture to make her sit down too.

"I also," she said, "But what about Will? We left her alone to face that monster for herself, and now it was coming up from the floor. I hope she isn't hurt or worse." The last was said in a shaky voice that had almost cracked.

Dean was still for a little moment, but eventually turned to Susan, "I am afraid I know very little to do right now. I stopped to believe in the boogeyman when I was twelve I think, so as an adult I find this situation rather unusual. Perhaps he will go up in smoke if I try to point the flashlight at him, or maybe he will go away if we close our eyes?"

"Seeing what happened to the people on the pictures Will showed us, I don't think that would be a smart move. I'd prefer hit him with a bat a couple of times" Susan said brutally, thinking to protect her little son "Do you see anything in here we could use to defend us if he shows up?"

Having nothing better idea, Dean stood up and started to look around in the dark room. Perhaps there would be something here they could use in an emergency. He looked carefully around not to accidently knock anything over or any make noise. Eventually he found a large wrench in a drawer and a broomstick in a corner, Susan got the broomstick, and Dean kept the heavy wrench for himself. Then they sat down again.

They sat in silence for a while, listening for any sounds. When they didn't hear anything, Susan let out a sight, looked at her weapon and said "I can't help but think that sitting here with a broom and a wrench to defend ourselves, we are terrible ill equipped for what we are up against. This whole thing seem just surreal to me."

"Don't forget my dear, that more than once in battles, it have been the psychological belief in a victory that have won the battle, not the strength of the weapons." Said the history teacher trying to cheer up his wife, and himself.

He let his fingers play with his mustache for a moment before he asked; "Are you angry with Will for not telling you?"

Susan looked at him, "I don't know yet, I am too scared and confused right now. I am sure she had her reasons for not telling anyone. Who knows what she really have been doing all this time, do I really know here anymore?"

Dean put his hand around Susan and gave her a hug, "Have faith in Will, she is big enough to take care of herself, probably better than you and me right now. You know, I asked her if she wanted to practice driving home after we had finished here, but I also said I had to ask you first. You still have a say in that matter."

She let out a huff and smiled a little to herself when she said, "She could have gotten the driver license already if she wanted to. She is both old and skilled enough to drive. But if she can do what she did to William down in the basement, teleporting I guess it was, I understand that she has no hurry getting it."

"Look at the bright side of it," said Dean, "If she can teleport and want to transport herself that way, you don't have to be afraid that she want to have a motorbike when she gets older."

Susan smiled a genuine smile and was happy that Dean was such a nice guy who could see the best in everyone. She was just about to reply when they suddenly heard a noise from the corridor.

Dean put his finger to his lip and looked to his wife and child and they immediately kept still, no one dared to say anything or breathe as they heard the creaking sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Mom? Dad? Are you inside?"