A/N: Hello there! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter. This one's more like a filler kind of thing, but anyway, enjoy and review!

14th August, 2003, 11:27am

'How... How did this happen? I told you strictly to close the windows! And how... why was the bed moved to the wall? The wall right next to the window? I just... this is unbelievable!' Fletch paced around the living room, in front of the sofa where Dougie, Danny and Tom were sat.

Danny had decided to call Tommy, who got in the house within fifteen minutes. Tom and Danny had helped him to bring Harry to Tommy's car, and the manager sped up to the hospital. When Fletch arrived, they woke Dougie up and they all went to the living room, trying to explain their manager how had that happened.

'I swear I have no idea how his bed moved! And I don't believe it was him? I mean, he wouldn't do something like that, would he?' Danny stated. Tom looked down, playing with his fingers. Fletch turned to him.

'What do you have to say, Tom?' He asked. Tom usually had his opinion, and wanted to contribute, mostly because he usually knew what was going on, and he could actually help. Fletch trusted him, and understood he was kind of the leader, and the band's speaker person in what concerned that kind of matters. But this time he couldn't talk. He did know what had happened. But how could he explain it to everyone?

Tom didn't even know if he could say it was him who opened the window, and put the bed next to it. It was weird to explain. It was like he had someone else's soul stuck in his body, preventing his own mind to interfere with that complicated connection. His soul had been a mere witness.

'I really don't know. Sorry.' Tom replied, blushing. Fletch groaned in frustration.

'Alright. I'm done. We'll just... just forget this.' He said, trying not to yell. They all turned their heads at the main entrance, as the door opened, revealing their tour manager, Tommy, who was half carrying Harry. Danny and Tom immediately ran to Harry's side, helping him get to the sofa.

Harry's cheeks were pink with the fever, and he didn't seem to have the energy to walk or to stand, lying down upon arriving to the sofa. Dougie got a blanket and covered Harry with it.

'How is he?' Danny asked, sitting back on the sofa, stroking Harry's hair affectionately.

'He has double lung pneumonia.' Danny, Tom and Dougie gasped when they heard, Tom feeling even guiltier. 'It's pretty serious, but the doctor said he would be fine within two weeks, as long as he took care.' Tommy continued.

'Well, Tommy and I have to go.' Fletch said, walking towards the door. 'Please don't leave him near any open window, and call if you need anything.' And with that, the two managers left.

Harry was fast asleep on the sofa.

'I don't understand this.' Danny lowered himself to the couch next to Harry. 'How was the window even open? It doesn't make sense...' He scratched his head. 'And the bed...'

'Maybe he was hot and decided to sleep near the window?' Dougie suggested, shrugging.

'Yeah, maybe... We'll talk to him when he's awake and feeling better.' Danny replied, still feeling confused.

Tom couldn't take it anymore. Watching one if his best friends laid up in bed with pneumonia, that being his fault, and the other two trying to figure out the strange phenomenon of the house was being too much for him.

'I think... I think I'm gonna go to my room.' Tom got up and climbed upstairs. Upon arriving to his crib, he slammed the door and threw himself to his bed, groaning in frustration.

His fear had become real. He could not ignore it. He could not pretend she did not exist. She was well real. And Tom had to obey her.

Taking a few deep breaths, he got out of his room, going down the stairs to the second floor, to the music room. He shivered, feeling the familiar coldness in the division.

Tom searched in his pocket for a few moments before taking a small key, and opened the drawer where he had put the book just a few days before. But, for his surprise, the drawer looked empty. Tom frowned in confusion. He was sure he had hidden the black book right there. Opening it further, he saw two pieces of paper. Tom grabbed them and observed. They both looked like they had been ripped from the book, having the same colour, and being the same type of paper. One was an entire page.

'Before you start searching for my book, you will have to learn what I'm capable of. Then you will have all the time you need to do your task. After all, I cannot simply ignore the fact you have been trying to block me. As I said, I am always here, and you can't run away anymore.'

Tom crumpled the piece of paper nervously, his hands shaking. Hesitantly, he picked up the other piece of paper, the smaller one.

'From now on, you can run, but I will always find you.'

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