The police left after they gathered what they needed to investigate and so did the firemen.

Ali didn't know what to think about the serial arsonist that had targeted her farm other than rage over the situation but she was very grateful that nothing serious had happened.

She'd given the police the description of the man from her vision but left out the 'vision' part instead just mentioning him as someone she saw hanging around recently.

She wracked her brain for a while but there wasn't anything else she could think of before nightfall other than to get a better security system.

For a moment, ideas about getting a dog emerged but then she remembered that animals of all types stopped liking her over the last few years.

Putting all her negative thoughts aside Ali concentrated on getting the deliveries ready for the customers. She started organizing the cases of cider to make them easier to load into the van when it returned.

After that she sent Bryan back out to do the final deliveries of the day and to pick up the late lunch that Mary had ordered from one of the places they sold too.

Harrold the security guy came out a few minutes after Bryan had driven off, Ali met him a few years before when he first installed the systems for the house and brewery but at that time she didn't think the barn would need it, he was due back after the greenhouse was completed and not just filled partially with the small alcove of honey bee hives and enough flowers and plants to keep them active during the winter months so that the apple trees would get easily pollination in the spring. Harrold agreed to come out because of what happened and add the extra security measures to the farm.

Anger got work done and she was quite angry so she worked on getting the last load ready which included one of the tested barrels of apple whiskey which she womanhandled into place.

When Bryan returned he quickly ran off toward the bathroom, Ali sighed but continued to work, the barrel of whiskey that Delve requested was the first thing she put on the vehicle then the crates, she wasn't originally going to sell any of the barrels yet but they had given out samples of their apple whiskey at Christmas to a few of their customers, Delve decided that they wanted to have a barrel as a working prop in their classic styled pub.

By the time Bryan came back to help she was already halfway done. He looked at her, then the barrel for a moment, shrugged, and went on with his work.

As soon as they finished loading the van Bryan drove off to make his deliveries while Ali moved the other whiskey barrels that Bryan had placed in the barn for testing back into the brewery, while there Ali made certain to check for excessive gas buildup in the barrels that were going through the fermentation process among other things that should have been done from the morning.

It wasn't until Ali returned to the farmhouse that she realized that she'd been carrying nearly three hundred pound barrels of alcohol for well over an hour and this on top of everything else made her more upset.

She couldn't handle any more weirdness so she focused on something she could control, her work. She started to made calls until Bryan arrived back with the late lunch ordered from one of the inns they delivered to and Delve added in some extra items.

The lunch was a mix of American styled foods and some of the Inn's specialty items. From what Ali gathered the bartender and his wife an award winning chef had their own place in Plymouth but taken a liking to the place and the owner.

So Ali and the rest of the staff found themselves eating sweet potato fries and burgers made with beef and ground mutton, homemade pasta in seasoned butter sauce, fish chips with dipping sauce and mason jars of a pulpy blue juice which had to be a blended drink because no juice was that color blue naturally.

It was a lot of food which Ali was grateful for, she had become more carnivorous over the last few years but yet, still made sure to eat healthy-ish.

Ali took her time and enjoyed the meal and it's uniqueness before returning to work.

Before the evening drew to a close Harrold managed to setup a few wireless security cameras around the farmhouse, its adjacent buildings including the brewery and the greenhouse while adding in electronic alarms on all the buildings he could get to, the police tape made doing anything to the entrance of the barn a problem untill the tape came down.

He aimed two of the cameras one each from two different directions at the barn as a precaution.

When Mary called the police to inform them of the new security measures, they informed her that they would keep a close watch on the area for a few day and would be more present in the community which helped ease her and Ali's worry. They had done all they could to be safer with such short notice.

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When the Tipton siblings started working at the farm they moved in as a way to gain independence, make work easier and to save money for both them and Ali. The farmhouse wasn't as large as some others but they made it work, after Bryan turned the celler into his personal man cave this left the three bedrooms free for Ali, Mary and Shawn.

Ali had the smallest room of the three it was the room she stayed in when she came to visit her aunt as a child and she was somewhat attached to it so she left the other rooms to the others.

Ali was tired, it'd been a very long day so she changed quickly into the night cloths she kept in the room and went to bed, she was still angry at the disruption to her life and at the man who caused it, her eyes felt heavy and she quickly fell asleep.

Then the dreams came.

[She ran awkwardly at first but soon getting use to her body, the moon beckoned her forward across the grass and hills, she felt weaker than she should be, smaller than she should be but strong enough to hunt.

She had found her prey, he traveled in a metal tube something that smoked and made strange noises, still despite that he was moving fast but not fast enough to escape her.

Her purpose was clear, he invaded her territory and tried to mark it as his own, violently in a way that didn't make sense but it was a challenge to her that she had to respond to in kind.

Tracking him was easy far easier than she thought it would be, only the fact that he seemed to travel so far in his metal tube without tiring made this a challenge, he made no move to hide his course. Her prey was bold, foolish but bold none the less.

He stopped his movement in his metal tube, he was finally getting tired just like her from the long run, finally she was close to having her prey between her teeth.

And then blackness consumed her.]

Ali woke up startled at her surrounding, standing on side of the road in the middle of the night, in the cold dressed in her flannels, her bare feet caressing the ice cold pavement, muddy, worn.

Across the road from her was the man from her vision earlier in the day, he just left his car and made his way over to the house before him.

She watch as he pull out some lockpicks from a small satchel. The man the police called 'firebomber' was breaking into a house right across the street.