Kira opens the first door of her closet and reaches up with her free hand to tug at the pull string, turning the light bulb on. She holds the rolled up banner, held together by a thick hair tie, at her side. Although she really should be tossing it in the trash, she just can't find it in her to throw it away.

When she looks at it, the terrible decorating and even the spilled paint, it reminds her of Paige's true colors, which is a brighter spectrum than she likes to portray. She smiles as she runs her finger along its backside, before leaning in to tuck it behind her laundry basket.

"Run. Run for your life dear. Far from all you've ever known of fear." Kris runs her hand along the base of the microphone, her several rings clanging lightly against the brushed metal. "Chase. Chase down your demons. 'Til you're so close that they just disappear. Oh, I swear you're golden... on every piece of me that you're still holding. I lay me down for you." She looks up to see Jesse intensely watching her from the other side of the glass, paying far more attention to her than the controls beneath his fingers. She flashes him a smile before turning back to the microphone. "Ohh-oh, they pulled you in with siren songs and took your wings and tied you down. Who are they to drown you slow and take your mind to places that a mind should never go? Ohh-oh, ohh."

He continues to stare at her as she reaches the second verse of the song. For a moment, he tunes out her voice as he focuses in on her emerald eyes, which glisten perfectly from the track light fixture aimed down from the ceiling above her. His gaze falls to her lips, watching as they move softly with each word that escapes her mouth.

As she glances his way, he quickly looks down at the mixer and pretends he is adjusting a knob, although he already knows her voice needs little to no editing. Her pitch is just perfect as it is.

The song wraps up a couple of minutes later as the drummer hits the high tom for the last time, the final beat bouncing off of the walls until it fades out and silence settles into the air.

Jesse leans forward as he pushes the button beneath the small microphone. "Great job, Kris! Your voice is to die for."

"Thanks!" Kris smiles at him as the band quickly disassembles their equipment behind her. Her smile fades as she thinks, wondering where she has heard that compliment before.

With a quick tilt of his head, Jesse signals her to come to the control room. She scoots out the barstool before jumping to her feet and walks over to the room as he swings open the door.

"Seriously." He says, holding the door open for her as she enters the narrow room. "That was... wow. You were amazing."

She smiles as she slightly leans against the mixing console. "Well thank you. I can't take all the credit though, I do have a pretty awesome manager."

"Really now?" Letting the door shut, he turns to slowly approach her.

"Yes." Her smile widens as he gets closer. She doesn't flinch. "And he's as handsome as he is cocky. You should totally meet him some—"

She is cut off as his lips press aggressively against hers. Leaning further, he pins her to the control panel and she can feel her shoulders pressing against various buttons and knobs. He faintly bites her bottom lip as he pulls his head back to gaze into her eyes with an ominous stare, a crooked smile spreading across his face. "Enough about your manager. Let's talk about your potential boyfriend. So a date, huh?"

Surprised by his sudden move, she continues to lie on her back looking up at him. "Yeah."

"Tonight?"

"Hmm..." She thinks about it and, rather than getting up, lets her arm drop over the edge of the table as she fishes for her purse with her fingers. She feels the strap and grabs it. "What time is it?"

He looks around the room for a clock. "I think it's a little after 10."

"Oh, that's not too bad. I thought it was way later." She digs her phone out of the side pocket before letting her purse drop back to the floor. She glances at the screen to see that she has three missed calls from Taylor and a couple of texts. She sits up as she skims through the messages. "Oh no."

"It's alright. I was just making sure you're okay. No, you don't need to come over. I'm fine." Taylor wipes at her sore eyes, faking a smile to mask the sorrow in her voice. "Thanks, Kris. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay, goodnight."

Riley sits at Taylor's computer desk, watching as she slowly drops the phone to the bed and turns to look out the window. "Where are your parents?"

"Finally got ahold of them on the drive here. They went to visit Morgan." She continues to stare out the window as she sees Casey entering the room through the reflection of the glass. "Probably left right before we got here."

"Here." Casey smiles, holding out a glass of iced water.

Taylor turns around and takes the glass. She holds it to her chest with both hands, not drinking it. "Thanks. You know, you guys really don't have to stay."

Casey reaches over to lightly clasp Taylor's wrist. "We want to."

"It's just... After all of this, I think I just need some time alone." Taylor takes a deep breath, peeking back out the window as if to ensure nobody was watching them. "To process everything."

"You sure?" Casey asks, clearly concerned.

Nodding, Taylor turns back to her. "Yeah, thanks guys. For everything."

Hesitant to leave, Casey looks over at Riley. He gives her a reassuring nod before she turns to face Taylor. "No problem. If you need anything at all, give me a call. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks." Taylor smiles as the two lean in to hug. "Goodnight."

"Night."

Riley stands up, waiting as Casey pulls away and heads for the doorway. She shoots Taylor a smirk before heading down the hallway to the front door.

"He didn't do it." He says to Taylor. She looks at him, not sure of what to say. Shaking his head, he turns to follow Casey down the hall. "He couldn't have."

Hearing the front door shut, Taylor turns her head to watch them through the window as they make it to their car. After getting into the passenger seat, Casey looks back at her through the window as Riley peels the car away from the curb.

A creak in the hardwood floor comes from the hallway.

Startled, she quickly stands up from her bed and faces the hall. She glances back out the window to see Riley's car winding down the road.

"Mom? Dad? You home?" She calls out as she steps out into the hallway. She looks to the right and then to the left, toward the living room.

The floor creaks again and she jumps into the doorframe as she turns to the right to see—

Nothing. There's another creak in the floor, this time beneath her feet, and she can feel the slight vibration as the house settles. She presses her hand against her chest as she takes a large sigh of relief, realizing that she is just letting her nerves get the best of her.

Across the hall, Morgan's bedroom door—plastered with half naked women and multiple signs that say 'Do Not Enter'—is cracked open. She walks over and pushes it further open, the light from the hall casting her shadow onto his unmade disaster of a bed. Her fingers slide across the wall as she reaches for the light switch, flicking it on.

She stares forward at his room and, for a brief moment, finds herself stuck in the doorway. Her eyes gaze around at the messy room, filling up with tears as she thinks how it could have possibly come to this. First the accident. Then Garrett. Then the murders. And now this?

As she steps further into the room she glances up at the ceiling, running her hands upwards across her face to avoid crying. She's done enough of that tonight. There's no way he could have done this. No fucking way. She knows that if she really wants to make herself useful, proving his innocence would make a good start.

Taylor peers downward at the dresser positioned underneath his window to look at the camera she had placed there just the other night. She hurriedly walks over to snatch it up.

♫ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏ / ʟᴜɴᴀ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ♫