You, Ashley and Winter arrive back home, so you can pack up to stake out Marsha's house for your mom. I suppose Winter drove? What did you guys tell Isobel? Ashley's been making conversation with Winter, and makes a good show of it, even though her eyes are still empty and she isn't truly engaged with the warmth you're used to seeing. You can see her glance at you every now and then, guilt etched on her face.
You are approaching the door to the building when Winter gasps. Looking ahead you see a young man in clothing far too light for the weather, sitting on the stoop. When he looks up at you there is... it's hard to describe. It's a presence, a pulse of power almost overwhelming. A vibration in the air and ground. You think you feel the echoes of panic somewhere in the back of your mind.
You can feel Ashley and Winter both beside you frozen.
He steps up. He's wearing ordinary enough clothes. A hoodie, a t-shirt. Jeans. No shoes, though it doesn't seem to bother him. His eyes glitter gold, even more intensely than Myrii's, and there's an intense presence of raw male sensuality about him.
"Hello, Winter, Ashley... Hello Holly."