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"It's been a rough couple of days," I agreed. "You didn't ask for any of this, you know. You wanna walk away, now is the time."

"The pills they gave me, they said they'd make it better. The fear. The worry. The things I thought I'd seen. They told me it was all in my head. But that wasn't entirely true, was it?"

"No, I suppose it wasn't."

"Closing your eyes won't make the world go away. I'm in if you'll have me. Besides," Anders added, looking me up and down, "you seem to be doing pretty lousy on your own."

By the time we made it back to Chelsea, day had evened into dusk and the lights of the city reflected amber in the overcast sky. It felt like we'd been walking for days.

Though this time there was no fire, no billowing bacon-scented smoke, the front door of Friedlander's building was unlocked. In retrospect, I should've seen that stroke of luck for the warning sign it was. At the time, I was so damn tired, all I wanted was to get upstairs and get some sleep.

The stairs themselves were tricky. With one hand on Anders' shoulder and the other on the banister, I half-hopped, half-hoisted myself to the top. By the time we reached the third floor, my lungs were burning, my face and neck were slick with sweat, and my chest and good leg ached from exertion. I collapsed to the floor beside Friedlander's door, exhausted. From somewhere down the hall, a dog yapped, driving into my temples like a furry little ice pick. I wished to hell it'd shut up.

Anders jiggled the doorknob. "Locked," he said. "You got a key?"

I shook my head. Anders shrugged and took a knee. From his jacket, he produced a small screwdriver and a scrap of metal wire. A bit of fiddling, and the lock clicked home. I pushed myself up off the floor and limped over to the door. This time, the knob turned fine. I pushed open the door and threw an arm around Anders. Together, we shambled across the threshold into the darkened apartment.

Inside, the place seemed deserted. The lights were off, the curtains drawn; the only illumination was the wedge of light that spilled into the apartment from the open door. My heart fluttered in panic as I opened my mouth to call for Kate, but the word died on my lips as the darkness was pierced by an animal scream. I was peripherally aware of a flash of movement, a glint of metal, and then I was falling. I slammed into the floorboards and skittered across the room, watching as Anders dove for the open door, his arms thrown up to shield his head. Our assailant followed, a cry of raw fury escaping her lips.

It was Kate, I realized. And as she drew her hands high above her head, I realized the glint I'd seen was a knife.

"Kate?" My voice had abandoned me, and all I could muster was a hoarse whisper. Anders was backed against the doorjamb — his eyes pleading, his hands raised in defense. Kate brought down the knife.

"KATE!"

At the sound of her name, she wheeled. Too late to stop the knife, but not too late to deflect it. Anders rolled sideways, and Kate drove the knife into floorboards instead of flesh. Her eyes went wide with horror and she released the blade, backing slowly away from it as though it were an animal poised to strike. "Sam?" she said. She sounded suddenly small and afraid.

"Yeah, kid, it's me."

"But I thought — I mean, you were gone for hours, and then the door was rattling… I figured they'd gotten you — that they'd gotten you and come for me." She looked me up and down. "God, Sam, you look like shit!"

I laughed. The effort made me wince. "Lay off the funny, kid — laughing makes my everything hurt."

"Who the hell is this?" Kate jerked her head at Anders, who was staring up at her from the floor with a mixture of awe and terror.

"Long story. Why don't you close the door, and I'll tell you all about it."

She closed the door and helped me up. Together, we made our way to the couch. Anders collected himself from off of the floor and headed to the kitchen. He got a glass of water from the tap and handed it to me with shaking hands before taking a seat on the armchair, as far away from Kate as he could manage.

I took a sip of water and began to talk. I told Kate of my meeting with Merihem, and about the run-in with our friends in the Crown Vic. I told her of my rescue by Anders, and our subsequent trek across Manhattan. I left out the fact that Merihem claimed there was nothing I could do to save her, the identities of the folks who tried to run me down, and the attention my little field trip had garnered from the demon realm. The way I figured it, she'd had a bad enough week already.

Through it all, Anders sat listening quietly. When I finished, he spoke. "I know you," he said to Kate. "You're the girl on the TVs. Ten of you in every storefront. They say you killed your family."

"Sam here thinks I was framed."

Anders' gaze settled on the knife still jutting from the hardwood floor.

"Yeah," Kate said, following his gaze. "I'm really sorry about that. It's just that Sam had been gone so long, I was worried he'd been caught or something, and then things got really creepy here-"

"Creepy?" I interrupted. "Creepy how?"

"I don't know — just creepy. I mean, there was all kinds of commotion next door earlier, and I swore I heard a scratching in the walls. Then that damn dog started barking for no reason…"

Scratching in the walls. I leapt to my feet and hobbled to the wall that abutted the apartment next door, gritting my teeth against the pain. "Which wall — this one?" I asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"The others are either exterior or they face the hall." I scanned along the wall until I found what I was looking for. A heating vent, nestled in the far corner between wall and ceiling. My stomach dropped as I caught a flicker of motion like a snake receding into its hole, only this snake glinted like glass, like metal. Like the kind of camera a SWAT team would use to monitor a room.

"That dog wasn't barking for no reason," I said. "It's time to go."

But I was too late. As I hobbled toward the couch, the lights cut out, and the apartment was plunged into darkness. Anders found his feet and wandered over to the window, pulling aside the curtains and peeking out.

"It doesn't look like an outage," he said. "The rest of the block is fine."

"Anders," I said, "get away from the window."

"What? Why?"

"Get away from the window now!"

Anders must've heard something in my tone that rattled him; he leapt back from the window as if stung. In that moment, the window imploded, spraying glass and wooden splinters through the darkened apartment. Something clattered to the floor, and the room began to fill with thick noxious smoke, ghostly white by the reflected glow of the street lights. The hall outside the apartment echoed with a chorus of shouts. The floor resounded with the force of approaching footfalls, coming toward us from down the hall and up the stairs.

I realize now that someone must've tipped 'em to our presence — our faces had been plastered all over the news, after all, and with me in scrubs, carrying Kate's robed form down the street, we weren't exactly subtle getting here. No doubt some busybody neighbor spotted us and called it in. Cops were probably camped out all damn day, keeping an eye on Kate and waiting for her accomplice to return so they could spring their trap and snatch her back.

Like I said, now I get it. Then, though, all I knew was they were coming. They were coming, and I couldn't let them take her.

My leg erupted in pain as I sprinted across the darkened room. I paid it no mind. The gas was thicker here — it burned my eyes and clawed at my throat and sinuses like a rabid animal. All I wanted was to curl up on the floor and wait for the pain to go away. Of course, that didn't seem like much of a plan. So instead, I grabbed Anders and Kate by the arm and dragged them through the darkness toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind us.

The air in the bedroom was a little better. My eyes and throat still burned, but I felt a little more human — a little more in control. I pulled them close, shouting over the din of the raid. "Listen very closely. They're coming in, and if I don't do something to stop them, they're going to take us all. I can't let that happen. I'm going to need to create a diversion. You two stay in here and count to fifty. Then you go out the window and down the fire escape. Don't stop for anything, you hear me?"