Five months later, it was a new year and Molly and Dylan had moved to a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood; two stories high with a green yard and a swimming pool in the backyard. Molly was out front seeing Dylan off, he had gotten into the Rosenborg Academy and he and classmates were going on a two week trip to Italy to learn about ancient Rome as part of their history tour. Every year each class would fly out to a different country on a two week trip to learn as much as they could about its history and at the end of it a paper would be written on it; a way that the academy makes learning fun and exciting. "O.k. so Mrs. Felix has your phone and your phone has my number so when you get there you call me and I mean immediately young man, you call mommy and tell her that you've landed safely and then when you get to the hotel you call me again to show mommy how nice the place you're staying at is alright? So that she can feel like she's in Italy too o.k.?" Molly sa

Evening came and Molly and Det. Brighton were sitting at the dining table having a meal. He had brought some takeout with him and they were enjoying their food with their beverages; a glass of apple juice for her and a bottle of beer for him. “So I was thinking about what we talked about yesterday,” Det. Brighton said. “O.k.,” Molly responded. “Yeah.” “And?” “And . . . Sure,” he said. “Sure as in you’ll let me leave the house to do stuff?” “Yes.” “Oh my gosh,” she said grinning. “Really?” “Yes.” “Oh my gosh.” “But not everything you mentioned, just some of it. I will allow you three days of the week out of the house,” Det. Brighton said. “Just three?” “What do you mean just three? Three is a lot of days especially for someone who's growing a baby and needs all the rest in the world to grow it nice.” “You know what else I need to grow the baby nice too? Exercise,” Molly sai

Later that night, Molly and Det. Brighton were at a motel. They had booked one of the rooms and were inside catching their breaths from what just happened, especially Molly who was completely shaken she had locked herself in the bathroom and was sitting down in the empty bath tub wearing a bath robe. She had showered and had her bruises patched up and her cuts stitched at the hospital and was just sitting there crying like a child. Molly couldn't believe what just happened. She couldn't believe that she had just faced another chasen; something that she was assured would never happened. Rodrick told her that the only way she was ever going to be free was if she killed the chasen that was after her and that was what she did but it didn't work. The chasen that was after her may have been killed but another one popped up and took up right where the last one left off, why? How? Rodrick had been free from the chasen that wanted his life for twenty-plus years and there she

Night fell and in their room Molly and Det. Brighton were sleeping. Like the two nights before, he was peacefully asleep and she was tossing and turning, having another nightmare about the chasen. She was sweating and heavily breathing and out of nowhere she sat up shouting. Det. Brighton popped awake and turned to her. "Babe, what's going on?" he asked as she just sat there and went on shouting with her hands on her belly. "Oh my gosh are you in labour? That's impossible, you can't be in labour," he said moving closer to her. "I'm not, it's just cramps. Ugh!! Really, really bad cramps, oh my gosh," she said squeezing her face. "O.k. um what did the class say to do when you started having cramps um breathe. Long deep breaths in and out," he said and Molly tried it but the pain was overwhelming. "Ugh! It's not working. Ow! Ow!" "Try again baby, long deep breaths in and out, come on breathe with me." She breathed with him for a few breat

Minutes later, Det. Brighton was in his car driving down the road. He had his phone to his ear and was calling someone. "Eric?" the voice on the other end of the call said answering the phone. "Rod!" "What? What's wrong?" "Is Molly at home?" Det. Brighton asked. "What do you mean is Molly at home? She's at the hospital. Aren't you there right now? You said you were going to be taking today's night shift." "I am. I was." "So what's going on?" Rodrick asked. He was in bed and was fast asleep until the call came in and he woke up to answer it. "She's gone." "What!" He sat up as his heart immediately began to race. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" "Gone as in missing. She's missing." "Eric what are you talking about?" Rodrick asked, throwing the covers off of him and moving to the edge of the bed. "I was away from the room for about twenty minutes and when I got back she was gone." "Wha