"Eric . . . I am so sorry about your friend," Sharon said sitting on the bed with him; he was sitting by the edge and she near the headboard. "I just . . . Ugh, I should have been there," Det. Brighton said with tears running down his face. "I promised to be there for her and I wasn't. I failed her again. She keeps trusting me and I keep failing her." "Babe you are being way too hard on yourself, it wasn't your fault." "Yes it was. I was supposed to be there and I wasn't. I promised her that I was going to be there for her and I wasn't. I promised her that I would do better and not let that thing get her again and I failed." "Honey please," she said and moved closer to him. "You did the best you could do." "I let her down." "No you didn't." "Yes I did. I was supposed to be there and I wasn't," Det. Brighton said. "And now she's dead again." "Again?" "I got another chance to do better and I failed. What if I don'

The bus carried on and came to a stop at one of the stations and Molly dropped off. She then started making her way down the street to where she was headed, the police station. Molly walked in and walked straight up to Det. Brighton's desk. He was sitting by it working when he glanced at her, looked back at the screen of his computer and then back at her, as inside, a weird feeling came over him, a weird feeling that came over him much stronger than before when he looked at her again. Det. Brighton shot to his feet and even came out from behind his desk as his heart began to beat in a certain way, the same way it did every time when Molly found her way back into his life. "Molly?" he said softly with his eyes tearing up and she just walked up to him and hugged him and like his whole world was nothing without her, he hugged her back. With Det. Lima seated by his desk watching them, wondering who this new young woman was now. They had just talked about the different women that had bee

A moment later, Molly and Det. Brighton were at the park sitting down on one of the benches; with her drenched in tears and him just sitting there with his head down completely lost on what to say or do. Molly believed Vera was going to provide her with the answers needed to help her end what was happening to her but no, what she just told them was the worst thing she possibly could. She was supposed to tell them how to stop the chasen from taking more of her lives but she didn't, all she said was that the chasen was going to continue coming after her and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Was that all there was going to be to her life? The chasen killing her and her waking up as more random people. It was bad enough that there was nothing they could do to stop the chasen but her lives running out, that was what had them both breaking out into one cold sweat right after the other. Not being able to do anything to stop the chasen from kil

Morning came and as Det. Brighton was sleeping, with the blanket at his waist and his chest exposed, Molly was lying on her pillow next to him watching him; smiling to herself at how gorgeously the light coming in through the see-through curtains of the window fell onto his face.  Last night was everything she dreamed it would be. The way he kissed her, the way he looked into her eyes, the way he held her in his arms and the way he made love to her, everything was perfect. She had made love to Capt. Grant a few days back but that was nothing compared to this; it wasn't just a physical and sexual connection like it was with Capt. Grant, this one was physical, sexual and emotional and that just made it mean so much more. His bare skin against hers, the sound of his heart heavily beating and his hot breath on her neck, Molly was in ecstasy, and looking at him remembering how perfect the night was, all she could do was blush and quietly chuckle to herself.

A couple of days went by and Molly was still alive. The house she was staying in had been flooded with strong smelling flowers and herbs that were so beautifully pungent it was like they were living in a magical garden, and they had managed to do what they were intended to do which was to shield the scent of the fear she had for the chasen and so far it had been working like a charm. Molly had been Molly Hammers for over a week, the longest she had stayed a Molly since the whole thing started happening.It was night time and Molly had just gotten back from yet another intense training session with Rodrick and was having an ice bath. After being one of the best MMA fighters in the business he was one of the best MMA trainers in it too. He had won many championships; not just as a fighter but as a coach as well and he was using the very same mentality towards Molly and pushed her more than he had ever pushed any of his other fighters because unlike them she was actually fightin