Only around fifteen minutes after Selene hung up the phone and Scarlett was already standing in the living room, looking into the eyes of her nearly dead sister. Scarlett never believed in ghosts, but looking into the eyes of Sapphire had given her a new perspective. She had never seen someone look so gone before.

"I've been looking for you," Scarlett began, her cheeks plastered with a flush of worry. She made a move towards her sister, feeling a pit of regret swallow her stomach. If only she had made more time for Sapphire on the phone earlier. Then, perhaps she would not look like such a mess.

Sapphire looked at her, but it felt more like a distant stare. Nothing felt genuine. "I was out."

"And where did you go out to?" Scarlett asked, her mind burrowing in fury.

"I had to find out!" Sapphire yelled, slamming herself down onto the couch. "I got a phone call from Nicholas, and I just needed to find out the truth."

"The truth is that he is dead," Selene said, her eyes locked on the truth.

Scarlett gave her sister a cross look, but tried to remain civil, as hard as that chore was. "Just because you're some psychotic sociopath who cannot feel a thing does not give you the right to beat the rest of us down, Selene. Might I suggest toning a down, though? Ms. Wilcox gave me a call today to check up on your background."

Selene raised an eyebrow. "That little witch."

"Yeah, actually she firmly believes that that is you, so watch your back!" Scarlett shouted back.

Selene let out a shriveled laugh. "Yeah, trust me when I say that I set that record straight. Can you even believe her, though? Witchcraft does not exist."

The lamp on Selene's desk flicked, until it faltered and the only light on the desk came from the three candles. The already paranoid Sapphire let out a tiny scream, getting her feet off the floor and hugging her knees to her chest.

"Oh, calm down," Selene said with a tiny laugh. "I got the damn thing at an antique store, so it is really no surprise that the power just went out."

Scarlett threw her hands on her hips, her foot clicking against the floor in dismay. "Selene, don't you think that you could be a little more sensitive?"

"Then, you deal with this. I have work in the morning." Selene picked up her journal and began walking away from the sisters.

"Where are you going?" Scarlett demanded.

"To bed. Make sure to lock up before you leave," Selene said, waving her hand airily as she went.

"Get back here! Sapphire needs us. She came to your apartment for a reason, Selene," Scarlett said, her mind racing with the possibilities on how to stop Selene from leaving. They were very limited possibilities, but nonetheless, they still existed.

Selene spun around and stormed back over to a little armchair. She sat down and primly crossed her legs, flashing a discouraging smile in Scarlett's direction. Scarlett merely rolled her eyes and mumbled an ambiguous, "Thank you."

"What made you think that it was Nicholas calling you?" Selene asked, craning her head, while trying to feign interest.

"Because he said so, and it sounded like him. The caller had all of the same dialect mannerisms as Nick," Sapphire said dully, still clutching onto her knees for security.

"It couldn't have been some sick prank?" Scarlett piped up.

"Not a chance," Sapphire promised.

"So, what happened, then?" Selene asked, picking away at some broken cuticle.

Sapphire shut her eyes, as if not sure where she should start. It was almost like there was pain invested and written all in the lids of her eyes. She just shook her head, beginning to think that she was going insane. "I was drinking, and I had this dream where this old guy told me to basically get my life together because I am going to soon need every ounce of my sanity. I woke up, answered my phone, and it was Nicholas. So, naturally I freaked out and called Scar."

"Sapphire, I'm sorry for blowing you off earlier – that was very sympathetic of me," Scarlett said, slamming her palm into her head.

"You are here now, and that's all that matters," Sapphire commented. She nudged her head, continuing on in her story. "So, then I decided to try to pull my life together."

"By chasing after your dead husband?" Selene raised an eyebrow.

"No," Sapphire said stubbornly. "I pulled out a blank sketchbook and my almost dried out supplies, and began sketching out a new comic. Everything was normal and all, until this green light starting flashing throughout my room. I looked out the window to see what could have caused it, but there was nothing there. The light existed only in my room. So, naturally, I got scared and left."

"Makes sense, but where did you go?" Scarlett questioned, her worry rising even more. It could have just been a hallucination, but running off in the streets like that is not safe.

"Before you say anything, I was definitely sober. You can look in my sketchbooks – the lines were all straight when need be, or curved in the proper manner. My hands weren't shaking and my mind was definitely in the right place when I was sketching," Sapphire defended herself.

"So, anyways, I walked out of the apartment and ran as fast as I could. I ran all the way to your office, Scar, but your receptionist said that you had already left. That's when I came here, to see Selene. Nothing crazy or dramatic happened. However, I admit that as an athletically challenged person, my legs are a bit sore, and I was drenched in rain water," she explained. Sapphire slowly began to touch her feet to the ground again. "The craziest thing was the phone call and the light."

"Guys, I have to be honest with you. When I was on the phone with Sapphire, I was sketching out a new line, which I can tell you more about later. Sometime after the call, I must have fallen asleep, and I have this terrifying dream about an older guy, too. He said something about a secret that I was hiding, but I have no idea what he meant," Scarlett answered, her head shaking in confusion. "It was really weird, and then Julia woke me up with a surprise coffee."

"Coffee," Selene muttered to herself. She drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair. "Coffee, why that's it!"

"What are you talking about?" Scarlett blurted out.

"This morning I went to the Grove for my coffee, like I usually do. I had a few minutes before work, so I sat down there and worked on my laptop. Then, my latte fell on the ground – the lid fell off and everything!" Selene exclaimed, bug eyed, and still in shock over what had happened. She shook her head, equally as confused as her sisters. "No coffee spilled out. In fact, when I peered into the cup, the liquid was still in a circular shape, not even leaning towards spilling out."

"So, let me get this straight," Scarlett said, trying to get her facts straight before anything else creepy happened. "If I were to look into a latte sitting on a table right now, it would look exactly the same as yours that was lying on the floor?"

"Precisely! Daniel had joked that it was witchcraft, and that is why I've been thinking about the subject all day. That is why my boss now thinks that I am a witch," Selene explained, worry lines beginning to etch out onto her forehead.

Sapphire shook her head. "Okay, something is definitely not right. Anything else strange happen?"

"Oh, yeah!" Scarlett said, her terror of the day ringing a bell in her head. "My one model accidentally ran into a needle, and she did not even notice that she had. With the sharpness and how deep it went into her, she should have felt something. There was absolutely no blood, though. Nothing normal. Actually, I tested it out on myself and ended up hurting myself, so Julia took me to my penthouse. Then, I snuck out to see Sapphire, but she was gone."

Selene let out a tiny laugh, showing all signs that she was scared beyond belief. "So, then, what do we do now?"

Sapphire shut her eyes again, pained by the thought of all this abnormality. "Well, I suppose that we can just watch some television and forget all of this?"

Selene and Scarlett exchanged worried looks, but put the TV on anyways. They definitely needed to figure out something to get Sapphire back on her feet, and distracted by all of this.

The news channel was the first thing to visualize on the screen. A dark haired lady stood in front of the camera, wind and rain all around her. "A young woman was found dead here in Central Park tonight. Some eye witnesses reported the death as a result of witchcraft, but there is no evidence to back it up. The police are investigating, and are asking you to call into our tip line if you have any further information," she reported.

The screen switched to a middle aged woman with a soft, round face and equally round glasses. "You know, she was my daughter. Alaine had been fired from her job earlier, and now she ends up dead. It's just a really eerie coincidence, and a really bad day. I have never been superstitious before, but this is the last time I leave the house on Friday the 13th."

"Alaine?" Selene squealed. "She was one of my co-workers, fired this morning."

"Talk about a full circle," Scarlett noted, shutting the television off immediately. Apparently, the distraction only made things worse.

"This just doesn't add up," Selene went on, not sure where her own investigation should begin.

Sapphire looked up, her eyes twinkling with fright. "I forgot that it was Friday the 13th."

"Sapphire, do not be ridiculous! You know that it's just a bunch of baloney to scare people," Selene argued.

Scarlett paced around the room, trying to put it all together. It was then that Selene's one window banged open, crashing into the wall, and a tiny white paper flew in, landing right at Sapphire's feet. The girls looked at each other in a panic, no one making any advance towards the paper.

"Here I come!" a voice yelled from somewhere down the apartment hallway, followed by monstrous footsteps, running rapidly.

"Is he coming here?" Sapphire squealed.

Selene and Scarlett exchanged worried glances, knowing that this could be the end.