A very large home, obviously rich. The place is deserted as if it was left in a hurry, rotting food in the fridge and a couple of dirty dishes in the sink. It's extremely cold feeling, and a thick layer of dust coats everything.

Evera took a deep breath and slipped the key into the front door lock. Turning it with a click, she opened the door and took a step inside, her eyes closed. She waited until the door was closed behind her to open her eyes. She blinked while her pupil's dialated to take in whatever light may have been in the front hallway. When she could finally see, a cold chill crept down her spine. She shook her head and continued down the hall, going up the turning stairs to the second floor, trying to ignore everything that brought memories along the way. Her shoes left footprints in the dust. She shouldered open a weak door and looked around, holding back tears. This was the room of her childhood. Deteriorating books occupied the shelves, crayons were scattered along a desk, and a rotting mattress supported a pillow and blankets that were once pink and fluffy. Shaking her head she closed the door and continued down the hall to a larger room, the door already left open. This was the room she had moved to when she became a teenager. Posters and cutouts from magazines covered the walls, a canopy bed with a matress in better condition was covered in a red silk comforter. Against the opposite wall was a twin size bed, the blankets in a dissaray on it. Her cousins used to sleep there whenever they visited, but, with a pang, Evera remembered that Darren also usually slept there, her parents unaware of the sleepover. He was the last one in it. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, bringing a hand to her mouth. She really did have strong feeling for the man. Pushing her thoughts away she went to the closet and dug out piles of clothes to reveal the floorboars, and she pried up a loose one to reveal dusty saddlebags full of equipment she'd bought with her saved up money for the day she planned to run away. Only, they'd been left here when she was forced to leave in a hurry. There were two, since she'd planned to take Darren with her as well. Now they're Shane's she thought with a shrug. She straitened up and carried everything down the stairs, and out a side door into the garage. And old Mustang was parked perfectly, and she loaded her things into the backseat. Grabbing two sets of keys off the wall, she hurried out the next door into the barn behind the house. Unlocking and throwing open the rusty sliding door, she stared down an eerie hallway lined with stalls on both sides. Shivering, she jogged to the tackroom and grabbed two saddles and two bridles, as well as other riding equipment. The horses that were once in the barn had found their way out to die among other animals. She was never allowed anywhere near them. She put the rest of her things in the car and started it easily, pushing a button to open the garage door. Before she had the time to put it into reverse, she spotted a book on the seat next to her. She picked it up and ruffled through it, reading only a few lines before bursting into tears. She rested her head on the steering wheel and sobbed her memories out.

Raising her head 5 minutes later, Evera swiped the tears away from her face and sniffled, practicing her normal smile in the rearview. Grumbling, she threw the car in reverse and backed out, heading for Shane's house, unaware that she was going well of 100 mph.