Elora's point of view:

When Flynn pulled into an unknown driveway. The house was nothing to call home about, regular and middle class suburban. This didn't seem like a place Flynn would know about, but he always seemed to surprise me.

"What is this place?" I asked. He had a darkened look on his face as he pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. He left his seat and opened mine and helped me out. I stared up at the house as he motioned for me to follow him.

Flynn knocked on the wooden door and a few seconds later, a woman answered the door. She was about average height, with pale, clear skin and shivering dark eyes. Her hair was short with blondes and browns all around it. She looked to be about twenty or so years older than Flynn, late fifties maybe. She was very pretty, especially for a woman her age. She almost reminded me of one of the celebrities in Hollywood that focused on looks and defying the aging process. She had an icy stare directed at Flynn as we stood at her doorstep. All I could wonder was who this woman was and how Flynn knew her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him. I stood there beside Flynn in silence as I waited. They definitely were not friends nor accomplices. It was clear that they may as well have been pure enemies. So why were we here? I didn't understand how he thought this was a place we could go for safety if the owner didn't even like him.

"I need your help, and if you won't do it for me, do it for your grandchild," Flynn said. My eyes went wide as he said this. When I took a second look at the woman I realized who she really was. Oh my God, this was Flynn's mother.

"Grandchild?" She asked. This was when she eyed me and I became even more antsy. If she didn't like Flynn than she certainly wouldn't appreciate me or the unborn child I may or may not be carrying. I had heard stories about Flynn's mother, and they weren't pretty. The way she treated him made me hate her just as much as he did, and if we had to stay with her I hoped the stay wouldn't be miserable.

"Yes. This is my wife, Elora Horowitz. Elora, this is my mother, Rowan Sergeant," he said. I put my hand out for her to shake but she ignored it and I pulled back.

"Call me Ro. So what do you need?" Rowan asked. I didn't know why Flynn was under the impression she would help us at all. She obviously didn't want to associate with him at all if she didn't even try to be a part of her son's life. She didn't even know he was married!

"A place to stay for Elora," he said, "I'm not going to be there." My eyes darted to Flynn and I turned my head. What did he mean he wouldn't be here? He wasn't leaving me was he?

"What do you mean you won't be here? Where are you going?" I asked, cutting into the conversation. Rowan stood at the doorway waiting. Flynn didn't seem to be affected by my stressful expression.

"I have to find these people. With you having a baby, I don't want you fighting anyone. I'm going to find Hilda and Harry, and we'll find them. You stay here where it's safe. They won't find you here," he said to me as he took my hands in his. I didn't want him to go, and as I shook my head I made it clear how I felt. I wanted to cry when I thought of what life would be like with no Flynn. I could barely stand two days without him, who knows how long he'll be gone now?

"No, don't leave me. Please, Flynn, can you stay here?" I asked, begged. Flynn shook his head despite my wishes for him to remain here with me. I had never felt so desperate for someone else to be with me than when Flynn told me he was leaving.

"No, I can't. If I'm here they'll look. At least if they know I'm away from you they won't think to look here. You can take care of yourself and I'll come back for you once the job is done," he said to me, "if my mother will take you." He turned his head to her and she froze in one spot as she was eyed again. There was a small moment of silence before she replied.

"She can stay here," she replied. I wished she would've said no so I would not have to leave Flynn. But this only made him realize how crucial it was that we beat this, and now that I may be having a baby he was trying to take control.

"Elora, please do as I say. This'll ensure that you're safe. You know I wouldn't be able to live without you," he said to me as he placed his hand on my cheek gently and moved me closer to him. The wind blew in my hair, humid and unforgiving. My fingers clutched his arm so as to not let him go, but I knew I had to.

"Please come back to me. I can't live without you either. I don't want to raise this baby alone," I said to him. He kissed my forehead and pressed a soft hand on my stomach as if trying to say goodbye to our baby as well. I started to imagine what it would be like to raise a child on my own and without Flynn. I knew that if that happened I would never have another child nor would I have another man in my life. Flynn had stolen all my soul and heart and body, there was no chance he was giving it back. All of me was dying with him.

"I'll always come back to you, even if it takes years. I love you so much, I don't ever want you to forget that, and make sure that baby knows how much I love it too," he replied. He talked like he was not coming back, like I would have to tell his story for him, talk about the man he was and how much he adored the unborn baby that rested within me. It snapped my heart into a bunch of little pieces, showering around my body like discarded pieces of glass falling from a counter.

"Why don't you just come back to tell it yourself?" I asked. He smiled and kissed my lips softly for a few, short seconds that I wished could linger for longer. When he released it, we hugged tightly, and I felt the wedding ring on his finger graze against my back as he held me close. I loved looking at that ring and knowing it was because of me that he he wore it.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll write to you if I can. Remember how much I love you," he said. I nodded and told him I loved him back, more than the stars and the moon and all the gods of the universe could comprehend. I just didn't have the words to explain how much I adored this man, and now there was a chance I would never see him again.

"Please take care of her, mother. I'll kill anyone who doesn't treat her with every piece of respect they can offer. So if you can't open your heart to me, try to do it for her, because she's the most important thing that has ever happened to me," he warned Rowan. I turned to her and watched as she nodded slowly and said nothing to him. I didn't understand how a mother could disregard her son like that. I had no idea how painful it must have been to be on the other end of it.

Flynn left and as the car drove into the distance I felt a couple tears fall from my eyes and to the ground. I faced away from Rowan who was still at the door with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. I didn't care what she thought of me, if I didn't see her son again I would die a thousand deaths. I tried to imagine Flynn coming back to me, but it only made things all the more worse.

"Come inside. It's so hot that it's surely going to rain. I'll show you to the room you can stay in," she said to me as we stood at the entrance. I nodded and followed her inside, reaching her living room first. I crossed my arms across my chest, and as I stood there silently I felt a salty, sickening feeling rise to my throat.

"Do you have a bathroom?" I asked. She nodded and pointed to the door that first showed in the hallway. I ran to it and shut the door behind me, dipping my head in the toilet and vomiting my lungs out. I coughed and heaved for about five or ten minutes before I finally came to a conclusion. I stood from the toilet and flushed it all down, washing my mouth out with water and then leaving the restroom.

"That's the worst part of pregnancy. I would get used to it if I were you," she said to me as I walked into the living room and saw her folding some clothes. I didn't sit down with her, I didn't really want to talk to her all that much. Not after the way she treated my own husband.

"Can I see my room?" I asked. She said it was the one at the end of the hall. I walked slowly down the hallway and to the white door of my future bedroom. I opened the door and walked inside to find it was simply, but elegantly made and decorated. It was mostly whites and dark brown shades, which wasn't a bad thing. It was calming and breezy.

"Don't mean to interrupt but I'm going out tonight and I won't be back until tomorrow at some point. Don't worry about me, I'll be back. There's plenty of food and water and there's towels in the bathroom closet. You can use some of my clothes, we seem to be about the same size. Use the ones in the dresser, not the closet, please," she explained, and then she left. I didn't even have time to thank her for the minimal amount of hospitality she offered. Well, not minimal, just nonchalantly. She did give me her clothes to wear since I had none but the clothes on my back.

She was gone as soon as she was at my door. Now all that she had left behind was the silence that radiated through the house like a ghost. I left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, the sunlight peering through the small window between the cupboards and the sheared blue curtains. The place was very airy and bright, but I felt no such happiness when I saw it. All I could do was press myself against the counter and try to breathe my way out of pure hysteria.

It was fruitless as when I felt the end of the counter touch me, I fell against it and slid down to the floor, my legs hitting my chest as I began to cry and sob violently. I hid my face in my legs and hugged myself, hoping for a shred of relief to come over me. It didn't come, not even a little bit. Now the worst feeling was back, the feeling of being completely alone.

•••

Flynn's point of view:

Rain poured down on me as I drove to a gas station to connect to a pay phone. When I arrived there and placed the change inside, I dialled the number that Hilda had given me so I could contact her when the job of Elora's safety was done. The phone rang twice until she picked up.

"Flynn?" She asked. I was relieved to hear her voice, knowing she was quite successful in getting away from the Klan and all apparent danger. For now, at least.

"Yes, Hilda, it's me. Is everything okay up there?" I asked. She let out a strained chuckle over the other line. She seemed to be happy that I had called her as well.

"Yes, it's fine. Jack is with us, but that's all the changing of plans we received, thank God. How are you? Is Elora safe?" She asked. I nodded as I held the phone close to my ear, ignoring the pouring rain as it beat on the booth for the phone.

"She's fine, I have her with my mother. She can take care of her for a while. I'm alright, I just need to find you so we can get started," I replied. I could pretty much hear her smiling over the phone as she found her daughter was finally safe for a while. I knew it was not going to last forever, but at least she had something for the duration of her pregnancy.

"Well, we're in the place we agreed. I'm waiting on you, with Harry and Jack of course. Get here as quick as you can, it's hard pulling these two away from each other so they don't kill each other," she said with a tiny laugh. I knew Jack wasn't keen on Harry and I was sure that would cause conflict. But I'm sure it wasn't anything we couldn't deal with. Jack usually came through with the important stuff.

"I'm leaving now. I'm just letting you know Elora is going to be alright for a while," I replied.

"Good. See you later, Flynn," she said. I said goodbye to her back and hung up the phone. Once the phone hit the receiver, I leaned my head against it and began to cry. I had never cried so hard in my life until I thought of how I left Elora on her own with my mother. I knew now that she was alone and my mother had gone out somewhere with some man. She was probably sitting in bed waiting, wondering what would happen to her. Oh God, how could I have left her like that?!

I stopped crying and ran to the car, the rain soaking my hair and body as I got in the driver's seat. I started the engine after filling the car with gas and drove to my next destination. I was supposed to meet Hilda, Harry and now Jack at a hotel in the city where we would spend the night and then make way in the morning. I needed some rest, but I was sure tonight would be a sleepless one now that Elora was gone and carrying my child in the meantime.

Once I arrived at the hotel and checked in under the right name, I came to the room and opened it with my card. When I came in I only saw Jack inside, sitting on the bed and looking extremely stressed and ragged. It was like he had aged twenty years since the last time I saw him. He looked tired, disturbed and drained of all good energy in his system and drenched with the power of worry and fear. I hadn't ever seen him like this, he had always looked to be a hero to me, and now he just looked like a man that had had enough already.

"Flynn, you're soaked," he said to me as I walked into the hotel room and shut the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the floor and took off my coat, the shirt under it less wet but still soaked in water.

"I'll change quick. How are you, Jack?" I asked. He looked to me this time, his eyes intense but exhausted from the constant travelling and hunting he had to do just to keep his daughter safe for more than twenty four hours. I couldn't imagine how terrible that must be for him. Even I couldn't understand it, not a chance in hell could I even begin.

"Not good, Flynn, but I'll be alright," he replied. I figured that's what he would say to me. I walked over to him but I didn't sit down. I didn't want to dampen the bed with my rain-soaked clothes.

"I'm not good either. You want to do something that might help the both of us?" I asked. He looked up at me in an intrigued but confused expression. He clearly didn't know what I meant.

"I don't understand," he replied. I crossed my arms around my chest and stood against the dresser adjacent to the bed Jack sat on.

"Elora is all alone at my mother's. She has no one there and it's like being shot every time I think about it. I can't stand to know I'm the reason she's alone right now," I replied. He still didn't seem to understand my angle here. I didn't know if this was the right thing to ask, but there couldn't be more harm in it than what we already had on our plates.

"So what exactly do you want me to do? Just tell me," he requested. I was still debating within my mind if this was a good idea or not. But I knew it would make both of us feel better if he went and did it.

"Go and see your daughter. Take care of her," I demanded softly. He stood from the bed and looked serious, like I had just admitted to killing someone.

"Is that a good idea? Flynn, do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" He asked. I nodded and stayed in my same position against the dresser.

"I know. But she's all alone. You're her father, you should go and keep her safe and comfortable. I'll take care of Hilda,

I promise I won't let her out of my sight," I replied. He took a long and deciding breath before he relaxed.

"Alright. I'll go."