Three hours had passed since Mary Jane and I had left Hare. We awaited him outside the old Gregory home, my wife's childhood home. I glanced over to her as she stared up at the old house but there was no sadness in her eyes only anger: anger at Mary Pearcey and herself and the strange man who we were to end here very soon. Watching my wife I began to think about all of the good times we had experienced at the Gregory's home...

The day I had met Mary Jane after she had lost her mother's bracelet. The day I turned up at her doorstep to get to know her better. The day I met her family. We would have dances every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night with just the Gregory's, Hare and Miss Pearcey; the dancing would last for hours and the meals were exquisite. Every Monday and Thursday us lads would meet at the pub to enjoy a beer or two as the night progressed. The night I asked for Harry's blessing. The night Cassidy was born and that I became engaged. The long walks we took every day at precisely eleven o'clock. The night we came home to find everyone murdered...

Hare ran up to us in a flustered state which snapped me hurriedly out of my reflection. All I could gather from what he was saying was that the man was coming. Our time to end this was now and it was now or never...

"Hare, Mary Jane, whatever happens we stand by one another. Understood?"

He stood facing us. Waiting. The time had come...