Hannah opened her door and walked in, slamming the door behind her. She was very tired. She stumbled across the room and onto her couch.
I think I'll lie down for a while. She thought, as her eyelids slowly began to close.
At last, she was asleep.
~~~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~~~
They knocked at the door. No answer. They knocked again. Still no answer. Finally, they kicked open the door and ran in to find Hannah Rand laying on the floor, with a knife in her stomach. Archer ran over to her and reached to pull out the knife, but Jacob stopped him. He handed him some gloves, which Jacob always kept on hand, and Archer slipped them on quickly. He dove to her side and pulled out the knife. From what he could see, she was still alive. But just barely.
Jacob flipped out his phone and called 911. The paramedics were on their way.
Archer stood against the wall, with a wide eyed expression on his face. He looked over at Jacob, who didn't seem shaken at all by the whole ordeal.
"What do we do now?" Archer asked.
"We go to Danielle Christine's house." he said. He looked at the ground for a moment and then back at Archer. "Before who ever came here, goes there."