33 Apocalypse Ave., Friday Evening

Anders was doing his best to be stealthy as he crept down the sidewalk toward the house. He was almost disappointed that nothing had changed in the last few days -- somehow he wanted the island to look different, now that he didn't live here.

Of course, he thought, he might notice more changes if he stayed away for more than a few days at a time.

He paused at the edge of the yard and eyed the house. "I don't see any lights on," he whispered to Dante. "Do you think she's home?"