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Waking suddenly, Calista looked around her dark livingroom. Sighing she slowly sat up, rubbing her sore arm. She had fallen asleep on her couch. Looking to the clock, and noting that it would soon be morning, she got up to get a glass of water. Glaring at her near empty fridge, she went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. With Marcus staying here for the next few days at least, she would need to keep her fridge filled in order to feed both of them.

Pulling on an olive colored tanktop to replace the back one she slept in, she changed her pants with an identical pair, and pulled her sweater. Just as she was about to leave, she grabbed her shoulder bag, and pulled on a pair of black gloves. Slipping out the door, she locked it behind her and headed for the elevator. There was no need to tell anyone. Besides, she was going to the same store that she went to every week. What could possibly happen.

Rachel still held onto his hand for a moment, quiet. "Fine.." She let go and for once did not argue. "Do it on your own, go get your self killed. I will go home and not say a word about this." She then turned and started to walk away thinking to her self. "I hate him so much! .....Then why do I care if he gets hurt...." Quickly shaking the thought from her mind, she had to stand there a moment to figure out which way was home. It was hopeless, nothing looked familiar to her this time of night. Rachel was never one to be out late.

"Deal." She said, Rachel had no problem with lieing to Mathue. She looked at Rhys as he came to stand by her side, "I am more worried about getting home... I don't know where I am." Rachel looked away expected to be taunted for that. "My guess it is like four in the morning and nothing looks familiar to me in the dark." She pulled her jacket around her tighter as she saw the fog comming in. "This place is spooky." She admitted. "Are you out here all the time at this time or somthin?"

"You're insane." She said flatly while following close behind him. "Why do you deliberately put yourself in danger? Have you thought about what would happen if you die from that? You'd leave poor Joyce behind along with Christy and Monty." She paused for a moment. "I don't know how your father would react though, I wonder half the time how he feels about you all." She stopped walking. "Why do you call him by his name? Why not dad or father or somthing."

Rachel smiled slightly, "No matter what he is still your dad." She walked up closer to him. "We need to hurry you're bleeding. We need to rebandage that." She walked ahead slightly and looked back. "You commin or do I have to leave you behind?" Rachel asked though she needed him to get home because she still didn't know where she was. Though her normal mood and attitude had returned she was very tired and couldn't wait to get home and out of this spooky area.

The air was chill against her face, burning her ears until she pulled her headphones on over them. Turning her music on low, wanting to be able to hear things going on around her, Calista headed down the road. It was quiet, and the streets were empty of people, the best time to be out. She lost her fear of being outside at night alone long ago. Now it was the only time she chose to go out sense she left school.

The cold air felt nice against her injured arm. Relief spread through her body. The stitches had been getting ichy and it had finally stopped bleeding. Hopefully it would stay closed and heal now. Smiling she slowed down her pace. There was no reason to rush, afterall, it's not like anyone was looking for her or needed her. The last phone call she recieved from her parents was three months ago, so it wasn't as though they were worried about her. Gazing up at the night sky she couldn't help but feel happy. As she walked, she completely forgot about the people who had been watching her, the phone call where they were pin-pointing her exact location. It never even crossed her mind, not even as a dark blue car pulled out from the curb and slowly drove passed her, only to park just around the turn, the people inside watching her every move.

Rhys smiles a little at Rachel. Although he doesn't agree with her, Mathue may be his father by blood, but Rhys could never see him as one. A father is someone you look up to. Someone you want to turn into. Rhys does not want to become his father.

"Oh, and you need to stop talking about this thing." He says pointing at the stab wound as he walks again. "It just reminds me it's there." He notices how uncomfortable Rachel still looks and takes a hold of her hand for a second to make her turn onto a more public road. But then he quickly lets go.

"No one will hurt you if that's why you're afraid right now. I won't let them." He smirks a little. Like he was really in any position to say that. "Besides, Main Street isn't that far. There is always a cop or two driving down that road." He felt odd using a cop as a means to assure safety, but it would be for Rachel. The Police don't know she is involved in anything, or so he thinks. So in his minds he decides they would just see her pedestrian out late, or up early.