[i]...Kill the family...[/i]

December pressed her fingers firm to her temples. Between every thought from the surrounding apartments, her parents,' her own, and... whatever it was she was getting her head was getting too crowded. But it was this... extra that she was picking up on that bothered her. Fuzzy like a radio station that wouldn't tune in and you couldn't quite make out the song on it.

"I can't do this. Something isn't right. Please, just listen to me, both of you." She stood up, jostling the table as she did and sloshing some of the wine from the other two glasses on the tablecloth. "Go into the living room and turn out the lights. Stay there until I get back and don't move."

"Emmy, what are you talking about?"

"Please just listen to me!" She had already shut out the lights herself. She was pushing them both toward the living room, away from the windows. "Stay here."

She left her jacket behind on her way out the door. The elevator was forgotten and she raced down the stairwell, flight after flight passing in a staccato tapping of boot heels on concrete. She burst out the side exit onto the sidewalk and started running. She didn't even know where she was going. Just that she had to find a parking garage.

[i]Send... a message.[/i]