He sat alone by the edge of the water, drawing lines in the wet sand. It was cold, the winter air biting at his skin and turning his lips blue, but it wouldn't stop him from coming here. His comfort place, especially when times were hard. And now he needed it more than ever.

The orchard was still smoldering when Captain Elias stepped between the rows, his soot-streaked helmet catching the first light of dawn.

Run. Don't look back; you need to move. RUN.

fang punched the thick glass hoping to escape the abandoned warehouse. he looked around for a key...anything that might help him to break the window. "I'm going to go insane slowly" he thought thinking

"So, Ms. Clare. What qualities would make you an asset to this company?" asked the suit across from her. Lyla Clare thought of her relevant skills, dismissing them one by one. A shipping company wasn't likely to need covert operations, or explosives expertise, or... "Ms. Clare?"

Barbie Holmes was ready to investigate her first crime scene. She exited her pink police car, the door shutting with a satisfying thud. Being a detective was not easy, but it paid well. She approached the porch of 122 Carrot Circle, keeping an eye out for anything out of place.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.