James was panting by the time the house was inside; the ground floor was apparently empty. James tentatively sat down his bucket, and stepped through the gaping hole. He drew his longsword, and ascended the stairs. If he was lucky, she'd gone back to bed and slept in, undisturbed by the intruders. Carefully, he opened the door knob and went over to their bed, still empty. He threw the covers around, and saw it was also empty.

"Anya!" he called out. "Anya, are you here?"