After a long conversation with his in-laws, one he enjoyed, because he loved them, but hated at the same time for everything they made him feel, he was now at home. Luna had arrived not much later on his terrace, knocking in some coded rhythm on the glass. Thomas had instinctively grabbed for a knife, that girl really needed to learn that knocking on someone's window in the middle of the night was creepy, especially during a time like this.

"You're lucky you sent that message when you did," Thomas said while he plugged the phone in.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't have an iPhone recharger lying around," Luna giggled. Her eyes roamed the little kitchen and the adhering living room.

"You like it?"

Luna nodded. "Yes, it's more modern than I had expected from you."

"Hey!"

Luna heaved her shoulders, and dropped down on the couch.

"So, what do we do now?" Thomas asked, while he joined his red haired friend.

"We need to get Myka out of prison. She knows more than anyone how Lucifer works and what he's capable of. She is part of our group. We need her to find Vanessa."

She sat up straighter, determination shone in her eyes.

"Easy, Luna," he tried, but to no avail. Luna was already up from the couch and opening every cabinet. "Hey!"

"We need a screwdriver."

Luna walked nervously from the kitchen to the living room and back, not caring that this wasn't her house and she had no right to open all of his personal belongings.

Thomas jumped up and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, stop that!" His voice was more serious than he ever sounded, and it made Luna stop and look up at him.

She was ruining Esmeralda's tidy held cabinets.

"Then, where is your toolkit?" She asked, her determination still as present as before, but calmer now.

"In the hallway, but Luna, calm down. We don't need all of that." Thomas was trying to keep calm himself, but just like the past month, he found it difficult to feel peaceful.

So he did the first thing that came to his mind that brought him any comfort, he started to make sandwiches for both him and the younger girl.

"Yes, we do. How else are you going to break into my sister's cell?" Luna countered back.

She was restless so Thomas let her rather rude tone slip, not that he liked to be spoken to in such a manner. Then again, he felt on edge as well and his tone wasn't what it should've been either. He guessed this was his new normal now, frustration covered in a layer of rudeness.

"With the key that I know Mario keeps in his desk drawer. Now sit down and eat something," he took some more Nutella and spread it over his sandwich, "please."

Luna did what was asked of her. She sat down at the wooden table that connected the kitchen and the living room. When Thomas joined her with a plate of sandwiches, she grabbed one with jam. Her face lit up when she tasted the glorious aroma of the homemade pear and cinnamon spread.

"Mmm, Thomas. This is the best thing I have ever tasted," she moaned with her mouth full. "How are you not selling this stuff?"

Thomas awkwardly laughed at the compliment. His cheeks felt as if they were turning a soft pink. He shyly turned to his left to fidget with a bottle of milk.

"Luna," Thomas asked after a minute of silence. "Did your sister always have those visions?"

A few seconds passed before Luna answered.

Her voice sounded a lot more careful now. "I'm not sure when exactly they started, but I know she has had them since before I was born. My parents would get very concerned about it, in the beginning at least. Doctors kept brushing it off as nightmares, but my parents never believed them. They felt that something was off about them. So they kept searching for answers. Until one day, they lashed out at Myka." Luna sighed. "She had told her friends at school to leave the town and run as far as they could because evil was coming. The kids, completely hysterical, came home crying in fear. One believed her, and the eight-year-old ran away. They searched for hours."

"He ran away from home?" Thomas asked half in shock.

Luna simply nodded with a sad expression.

Did all of that happen? How could he not remember any of that? He was only a year below Mykayla in school. Was he really that excessive in banning trouble from his mind?

"They found him in time and luckily nobody got hurt, but he could've. And parents, well, when it comes to their kids, they're vicious creatures. Or so I am told," Luna shrugged her shoulders.

Thomas sighed. "Yeah, apparently."

"From that moment on, my parents forbade Myka to ever speak about her nightmares again. It was off limits, everywhere and always."

"Let me guess, Mykayla was a stubborn child that didn't listen and did what she thought was right, no matter who's toes she stepped on?"

Luna snickered at Thomas' question.

"What do you think?"

Thomas smiled, not surprised at all.

"She kept warning people about a threat that couldn't be proven. My parents' reputation went downhill faster than an avalanche. Their concern for their child's health was long gone. Instead came concern for their reputation. Apparently it was more precious than Myka, 'cause not long after, they faked their eight-year-old daughter's death."

Luna pressed her lips firmly together. Her eyes glinted in mixture of pain and anger.

"I'm sorry they did that to you and your sister." Thomas's own heart clenched in sympathy.

"No, don't be. They made their choice. I made mine. They are no longer family. Not after everything they've done," she said, her voice was firm.

"Luna, come on. I don't believe that they don't love you. Yes, they made some very big mistakes, but they're your parents and parents love their children."

He placed his right hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

"Look, Thomas. Don't take this the wrong way, but you believe in fairytales. Some parents simply don't love their children, okay? The world isn't as perfect as you want it to be. Yes, there are beautiful things, but also very ugly things. I'm sorry but it's the truth," Luna said before she excused herself from the kitchen and disappeared in the hallway.

Not much later, he heard the front door open and click back in its lock.

Thomas was left behind in the kitchen with his thoughts, they circled back to what the younger girl just said. The girl's view of life surprised him. He didn't know if he could call it wisdom or pessimism, but one thing kept lingering in his head. Something which wasn't entirely wrong. The farmer had been noticing a similar trend the last few days. He lived in a fantasy. Gradually his bubble was breaking and his utopian world started to look more like a dark dystopia.

Was it wrong of him to want his bubble back?

He knew that wasn't possible anymore, not if he wanted to help Luna and her sister. Not if he wanted revenge on Esme's killer. His bubble broke a month ago, the day he was about to get married. There was no way back, not with that pain and anger inside of him. All he could do now was work towards yet another utopia. Because he believed it was possible. He believed in peace.

***

Climbing through a toilet window the size of a large computer screen was a lot harder than Thomas imagined it to be. He got barely through and it was a lot more painful than it looked. His shoulders were a little too broad and his lack of flexibility wasn't helping. He was pretty sure his shoulders were going to look a nice shade of purple tomorrow.

When he finally managed to get through the window, he realized that the window was a lot higher from the ground than anticipated. So yet again, it was a lot more painful than expected when he ended up on the bathroom floor with a loud thud.

From the floor, he looked at how Luna's smaller figure glided through the small opening like an elegant snake. With her hands first she dived towards the toilet seat where she did a perfectly controlled handstand. To finish her act, she landed on her feet with a twirl that he was certain was simply to mock him. She stepped over his body that was still throbbing all over.

"How did you-?" He asked, pulling his pride and the rest of his body up from the ground.

"I did gymnastics for most of my life," Luna said, while trying to keep herself from laughing at Thomas's amateur entrance. "Are you okay? That looked ... painful," she snickered.

The more he spent time with the Devon sisters, the more he started to get the hang of his bitchy 'seriously'-face.

"I'm fine, thanks," he murmured in annoyance. "Let's never talk about it again. And don't ever mention that to your sister."

Luna brought her hand towards her mouth to muffle her snickering. "Promise," the red-head crossed her heart but not without another round of giggles. "You should've seen yourself."

"Ha. Ha. So funny," Thomas said dryly, not feeling the fun at all. All he felt were the forming bruises across his body. "How about we stop having fun and start rescuing your sister?"

"You sound like Myka, Thom. You two should learn something, enjoy life. Breaking a supposed dead girl out of a non-guarded prison is fun. You miserably failing to break in, is fun," she explained while taking the lead in moving in the direction of the cells.

Following her out of the toilets, he rolled with his eyes. Although, he had to smile. Perhaps, she was right, this was fun.

The empty police station glowed in the dim light of their flashlights. With careful steps, they made their way between the desks towards the glass bulb office.

"Alright, which drawer is it?"

Luna tried all three drawers, every one of them locked by a non-present key.

"Uhm. I don't know, try them all," Thomas whisper-shouted from the door where he was keeping guard. A little unnecessary perhaps, considering the office was a glass bulb and the police station was literally abandoned.

"I did, all of them are locked," she dramatically tried again so he could see for himself.

"Locked? I didn't even know those drawers could be locked," he stepped inside the glass office. He had been so certain there wasn't a lock on those drawers. Did Mario recently install them there? Why?

Luna pushed him aside and took her place in front of the drawer cabinet.

"Luckily, I found a metal nail file in your living room."

She pulled the small thin metal item out of her pocket and proudly heaved it in the air.

The nail file made Thomas's heart stop beating for a moment. A crawling sadness took grip of him and pulled him back to the night where Esme had been using the nail file. It was the first night after he had moved in with her.

The memory was still as clear as day. He had hugged her from behind and had told her how much he loved her. He had told her how happy he was that he was there in her house - no, their house. He had misspoken too that night. They had smiled at each other and Esme had said that she was simply filing her nails. He had turned her around and told her 'no, it's not that, it's that you're doing daily things in our house. That's special, that's something that I love, to see you do simple things like that in our house as if it's the most normal thing in the world.' He had kissed her, deep and passionately and the night had been a lot longer than expected.

"We didn't need a screwdriver, he said. We have the key, he said," Luna was muttering to herself while fidgeting with the lock and the nail file.

In the meantime, Thomas was staring out before him. Trying to get rid of the emotions that came with the memory. This was exactly the reason why he didn't want Luna to rummage through his stuff.

After an endless series of curse words, annoyed muttering and restless fidgeting, Luna managed to open the upper drawer.

"Bingo!"

Thomas was startled.

"Jeez, don't do that while we're in an empty police station breaking multiple laws," he shushed her.

Sorry, the younger girl mouthed. Her face glowed while she slowly opened the drawer. Thomas's mood turned a hundred eighty degrees.

"Luna, you're the best little criminal this town has."

He ran up towards her and swung her through the air. Luna squealed. A big smile was plastered on her face. She was really having the time of her life, which was probably not the most correct thing, but Thomas wasn't complaining. Sometimes the situation didn't leave much room for following the law.

"Let's go break my sister out of prison!"

They both ran towards the holding cells, barging in without a care of making noise. Not anymore.

"Finally," Mykayla was sitting on the metal bench against the stone wall, joined by her long stretched legs. "I was already wondering what you guys were doing in there."

"Sorry, sis. Opening a lock with a nail file isn't as easy as it looks."

Luna opened the metal bar door.

"With a nail file?" Her eyebrows knitted together.

"It was metal though, look."

Luna showed the file to her sister who had the ghost of a proud smile lingering on her lips.

"Not bad," the brunette said strictly.

Luna took the compliment with happiness and gladly hugged her sister, who surprisingly returned the hug. Thomas had to smile. Mykayla might act all cold, but she couldn't hide the love she had for her sister.

"Alright, enough of this mushy stuff. Let's get out of here."

Mykayla pushed her sister off of her and walked out of the room with the holding cells. The two others followed her on the heels.

"Hey, princess. Bring those keys back to where they came from." Mykayla grabbed them from Luna's hands and threw them to the farmer. "Make sure they can't find any fingerprints on the drawer."

Luna mouthed a sorry to Thomas before Mykayla turned her around and pushed her in the other direction - which wasn't even the right way towards the toilets.

Thomas, yet again left behind, walked towards his best friend's office. The lock of the upper drawer was forced and beyond saving. He dropped the keys in the drawer before he cleaned the drawers and the desk with the sleeve of his button front. Making sure the sisters hadn't left him completely behind, he quickly made his way towards the toilets on the other side of the room.

When he reached the whiteboard in the middle of the room, the front door rattled. In a matter of seconds, he pressed the off button of his flashlight and hid behind a desk.

The dark shadow at the front door of the police station closed the door behind him. He flicked on the light switch. Thomas pressed his eyes close from the sharp illumination.

Heavy steps against the stone ground echoed through the empty precinct. In the background, Thomas could hear a heavy muffled breathing that made his hairs stand on end. Without even checking if his assumptions were correct, his fingers moved over the numbers to open the lock screen of his smartphone. He rapidly typed his message and pressed send.

To [little red:] He's here!