The duo stood outside a home, watching the movement in the lighted window. Arielle carefully took a peek at Jimmy who stood transfixed with the sight of his daughter at the table and his wife walking towards her.

Arielle had taken them to a gas station to give her a chance to switch outfits, along with completing a few other provisions she had in mind. Now, she adjusted the tie and patted an awestruck Jimmy on the shoulder. "Are you ready? You know this could go either good or bad, right?" she asked as they slowly walked up the pathway. He nodded.

Before they knocked, the blonde adjusted the gun on the small of her back, feeling reassurance at the extra loaded magazines she stashed in her pockets. The cold steel of a knife gave her the extra boost. She had managed to nick it out of Sam's pocket when he'd been showing her a lock to hold someone down without hurting them too much. She had managed a lot preparation during the couple of hours before she'd gone to "sleep", even under the watch of her brothers.

Taking a breath, she lifted a finger and hit the doorbell once, taking a step back so Jimmy would be the first thing Amelia saw. When the woman opened the door, her eyes went wide. "We, uh – we stopped looking for you."

"I'm so sorry, Amelia" were the first words Jimmy spoke.

"You were dead. We, uh – we thought you were dead," she explained, almost mechanically.

The man gave her a shameful smile. "I'm okay." Without another word, she shut the door and they heard her command Claire to her room. A moment later the door opened once again and she pushed it back all the way, motioning them to come in.

"I'm Doctor Jones," Arielle introduced herself once they were in the den. Jimmy's eyes were on his wife, not even blinking. It would be better this way. Arielle could control the story. "We found your husband wandering about," she continued flashing her I.D. "I work in a facility in Austin, Texas. There were no documents on him so we simply signed him in as a John Doe. It may be why you couldn't find him. It took us a while to track where he was from. As I'm sure you are aware, your husband suffered from severe hallucinations. You've heard of schizophrenia, correct?"

The woman nodded, her eyes glassy and wide. Arielle gave her a reassuring smile before continuing. "It took a lot of hard work, but Jimmy was able to surpass all that. It took a bit for him to remember information about his life, but when I got enough hints, I was able to find out where he was from. Once he remembered everything on his own, his doctor approved him for a supervised visit," Arielle said before her eyes went to the stairs behind them. Jimmy's daughter stood quietly by the door and Arielle hesitated to continue.

"Claire. Room. Now," Amelia stated after catching sight of her daughter.

"Can I please see her?" Jimmy asked quietly.

Amelia shook her head. "No. No, I don't know yet. It's been almost a year, you know?"

"I know," he replied, hanging his head. "I know."

Arielle took a hint and stood, walking out of the room but staying close to the entrance. Looking up the stairs nearby, she noticed Claire sitting at the top. She could hear the voices of the couple as she walked to the foot of the stairs and motioned to Claire to come down. The girl obeyed a stood before the young woman. "Are you alright?" Arielle asked and the girl looked at her shoes.

"Is daddy really better now?" she asked in a voice above a whisper. The blonde took Claire's hands in her own, bending over slightly to look into her eyes.

"He is, sweetie," she assured her. "He still needs a bit of help from us, but I promise he'll be as good as new in no time." Claire finally pulled her eyes from her shoes and gave Arielle a smile. "Let's go see what they're up to, okay?"

When she walked back into the den, she found the couple standing around awkwardly. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Amelia asked, her eyes red. Arielle blushed and opened her mouth to reply.

"She will," Jimmy stated before the young woman could reply. The gratitude in his eyes was easy to see. "It's because of her help that I was able to see you in the first place."

"Hi daddy," Claire said timidly, stepping out from behind Arielle. Jimmy's eyes fell on her and Arielle gave an encouraging tap on the girl's shoulder.

"Hi, baby," Jimmy called back and with a noticeable sense of elation, swept her into his arms. Arielle stepped to the side as Amelia exited the den and headed to the kitchen. The blonde woman made a sign to Jimmy, letting him know she would step outside for a bit. He gave a slight nod and sat back down with his daughter, asking about school.

The night's cool air hit her as a blessing, and she walked around the house. Her eyes and ears were on the alert, head turning at any little sound. She knew facing a demon would be nothing like facing ghosts or even that wendigo. She would have to be on her toes the whole time of the visit. The stroll around the house helped plan for the coming night. She wasn't planning on leaving just yet. The safety of a family rested on her shoulders, after the decision she made to bring Jimmy. Now, there was nothing but to ensure there really was no danger for the family.

She walked back into the house just in time to see Jimmy standing, Claire clutching his hand tightly. The man smiled wide and motioned for Arielle to follow her to the dining room. She obeyed, shutting the door securely behind her.

"Okay, so," Amelia said as she looked up from the kitchen table. "We have turkey and roast beef. I hope it's okay," she added, giving Arielle an apologetic look. "It's all we have."

"Oh, it's fine," Jimmy smiled as she placed drinks for everyone. "It's more than fine. Please, sit down already." Arielle was at the other end of the table, watching the small family and feeling an ache in her chest. "It's perfect."

The young woman kept her senses on high alert, though. Catching the slightest out-of-place sound could be the difference between their lives or deaths. Her hands sat expectantly on her things, tense and ready to grab for the hidden weapons. Jimmy grabbed a sandwich, a content sigh escaping his lips as he took in the scent of the food. "Daddy, aren't you going to say grace?"

His daughter's question caused all movement to stop. Arielle noticed the apprehension of the wife as her eyes discreetly studied her husband. "No, honey," he finally replied, still holding the sandwich up. "I don't think I am."

"Why are you crying?" she asked right after, taking a sandwich and setting it on her plate. Arielle looked towards the man now, a look of surprise crossing his face when his fingers came back wet after touching his cheeks.

"Because I'm happy," he responded, smiling at the young girl. Claire beamed before grabbing a second sandwich. She stood and took the few steps to Arielle's seat, placing the meal on her plate. The young woman blushed, and muttered a small thank you to the girl. As Claire took her seat once more, the doorbell rang. Arielle tensed and she stood when Amelia walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey, Roger," she heard Amelia greet.

"Hey Ames. How you doing?"

Arielle's eyes went to Jimmy who chewed thoughtfully, a smile forming on his lips as he recognized the voice. "Good." Amelia answered, and Arielle knew she was trying to find a polite way to dismiss the neighbor.

"Am I crazy or did I just see your husband wander in here about an hour ago?" the man continued. The blonde watched Jimmy wipe his mouth and pat his daughter's hand as a sign for her to stay put. Arielle realized he was unaware of how suspicion this Roger sounded and she followed quickly.

Jimmy and Arielle rounded the corner, though the blonde stayed a foot or two behind, waiting around the corner. Her hand automatically went to her back, resting on the pistol's grip as she took a peek and found Jimmy and Roger embracing. They laughed as they clapped each other's back and then pulled away. "Son of a bitch. What the hell happened to you?" Roger asked.

The brunette shook his head, sighing. "Ah, long story. But it's over now," Jimmy stated, though Arielle now was positive it wasn't. Roger nodded in what seemed understanding.

"Can I get you a beer?" Amelia asked, a sign she had given up on getting rid of the man. Arielle leaned against the wall, head back and eyes shut.

This wasn't right.

"That'd be great, thanks," the neighbor replied and Amelia headed to the kitchen, giving the young woman an apologetic look as she passed her by. Arielle was glad she hadn't spoken. "Buddy, you scared the hell out of a lot of people," she heard Roger say, and while Jimmy may not have picked up on it, Arielle had definitely noticed the slight mocking tone when he said 'hell'.

"I know, I know," came Jimmy's muffled reply. Arielle imagined him rubbing his face.

"So really, what happened?" Roger said, keeping a tone of confidence in his voice.

"Honestly, worse year of my life and you wouldn't believe a word of it. But, it's all okay now. I swear." Arielle's lip curled into a snarl at the sound of the words that came out of Roger.

"Actually, no, it's not."