We finished breakfast and not long after, Billy came over with a few file boxes of records for Ethan and I to go through. He also was a little giddy to 'have a turn with me tomorrow.' The documents were spread out over the coffee table while 'Scream 2' played on the television. I had decided that I wanted to watch all the 'Scream' movies, which I found absurdly entertaining. Ethan was not impressed, though. The whole time he was so frustrated with the main character. He would furrow his brows and his eyes would swirl slightly before he would turn to me and say something like, 'This isn't even scary. If that were you, that guy would be dead in like five seconds,' or 'Really? You had no idea he was standing right there!?' I think I had more fun watching Ethan watch the movies than watching them myself. The paperwork was dull lists of black and white ink on computer paper, patrol logs from three months prior to the attack. All the patrol logs. There were boxes of them, this was before everything was logged into a computer, so we were stuck swimming in a sea of paper that had not proved useful yet. I kept trying to find patterns, or make connections that would be meaningful, but I found nothing but black and white letters and numbers on bright white computer paper. I sat back and rubbed my forehead as my eyes started to grow tired of looking at the spreadsheets and spreadsheets of paper. My mind couldn't but wander, wander to that place. The place they were killed–the memory. My beast stirred as we remembered Lucas talking to us along with Eli and Chris. It sent chills down my spine, chills that Ethan seemed to pick up on. He looked at my with a brow raised in concern as he set his highlighter down. "Sunshine?" I sighed and shook my head. "I just, what Levi said about the tree. I guess it's just–it's all crazy." Ethan stilled and nodded. He scooted over to me on the floor while he reached for a pillow and put it in his lap, patting the space with a soft smile. I sighed and complied as he scooped my hair out of the way so he could play with it. "I know, but it makes so much sense now. I've felt it brewing for a while." "Really?" Ethan sighed and looked at me with tired wary eyes as his lips twitched into a sad half-smile. "Yes, for a while, before you came I've felt uneasy. After you showed up it got better, and I thought that was it. I thought it was because you were close. "But then when Levi talked about dad being unsettled, I don't know, it made sense. I've definitely felt it, I just didn't want to admit it to myself before. I knew before the tree, I knew it had to be done, but it was like what I saw solidified that for me." I nodded as my brain began to swirl. "Do you think they would talk back?" Ethan cocked his head, thinking for a quick moment before shrugging. "I don't know. Did you try before?" I nodded. "Yes, with you," I breathed out. His hands stilled for a bit as his eyes looked down at me as pain mixed with guilt flooded them. "I tried to make you stop, I tried to hard. It was like I was there but not, just watching but not interacting." He let out a tired breath and leaned down to kiss me. I grabbed his free hand and intertwined my fingers with his, kissing the back of his hand as he wrapped it around my waist while his other hand played with my hair. "But they interacted with us," he thought out loud. I nodded. "They did. Maybe we should try again? Try talking to them?" Ethan let out a hot breath as his beast stirred again. "Baby right now touching that tree again is the last thing I want to do," he said tiredly. "That and, well we don't know what we're going to see. I mean we may not even see them, or maybe we do but it's like the treehouse and we can't do anything. Let's work with what we have and see if this turns anything up before we go back." I wanted to push it further, press a tad harder but something inside me told me to wait. Be patient. I didn't blame him. When I thought of that damn tree I thought of their faces too, their necks slit open. That tree was painful. "Ok," I breathed out. We were quiet together mindlessly watching Scream. It was the second one where the students were talking about sequels and arguing over whether the sequels always sucked or not. "Did you think any more about it? About what else Levi said?" Ethan beast stirred. I could feel him pacing. Oh he felt it, but he didn't know; the frustration was eating at him as it was me. "I don't know Char. I've thought about all of it, about everyone. I can't imagine any of them turning on us, but then again Thomas was one of my dad's best friends and turned on him." "What do we do? If there's a mole, we can't keep leaking out so much." He sighed and bit at the inside of his cheek. "You're right, I just don't know." "Well, let's think about it and keep an eye on everyone." He nodded. "I say that we watch what we say to everyone that is not family. I trust Evan with my life and Levi and Lander. Evangeline is out of the question as our pop and gran. What happened almost killed them." "Where are they now?" "Home, they told me when things settle down to come over for dinner with you," he replied. I licked my lips at the thought. Gran's brownies were damn good. "I just can't see the other's doing it. Ryder, Jake, and especially not Andrea and Billy." Ethan shrugged. "I know. I have a feeling about Billy, though." "What do you mean?" My heart picked up a little because the thought of one of my closest friends betraying me was something I didn't know if I could handle right now.