It's been 2 days since the incident with Charles. The first day they didn't speak of it because if one of the boys mentioned it, Ophelia would just walk away.

"We need to talk about this". David took a seat in his chair.

"Remember the last few times we tried it?" Paul questioned. "It always ends with her not saying anything and just leaving".

Dwayne tapped the edge of the sofa. "What do you expect?  You remember what she told us about..."  Dwayne paused, making sure she wasn't in the room and then finished.  "Antonio".

"Just because I'm not in the same room. Doesn't mean I can't hear you". Ophelia called to them before coming out. The four brothers didn't say anything, they just watched her...pack?

"What are you doing?" David was the first to ask, his arms in crossing from his chest.

"I've decided that it's best that I should leave". Ophelia informed him.

"What?" Marko almost screeched, speeding over to Ophelia, her hair blowing slightly as she ignored his presence. "I don't want to but this is Antonio". Ophelia paused for a moment then grabbed one of her scarves.

"So?" Paul scoffed.

"You don't get it!" Ophelia shouted.

The brothers all stopped and stiffened. Ophelia never yelled and when she did it was serious and a bit scary. Ophelia let out some uneven breaths as she straightened up and looked at each brother for a moment.

"I'm not buggin' out. He's not someone to mess with and he's not after you. He's after me and I can't let you get hurt because of me". Ophelia headed for the exit.

David was already there, his arms crossed over his chest once more with a raised eyebrow.

"Move, David". Ophelia ordered.

"I don't think so". David looked at her. "You're not doing this on your own and you're certainly not leaving this town". David told her seriously.

Ophelia let out a breath, shaking her head. "You're going to get yourselves killed". She scratched the side of her head.

"We're already dead!" Paul's voice echoed off the walls, following a laugh.

"She means, dead-dead". Marko said in a 'duh' tone.

David jumped down from the exit and took a few steps closer to Ophelia. "This is our town. Our boardwalk". He then walked past her, looking at the others. "We don't back down". David then took a seat in his chair.

"And you said it yourself, sister. We don't know Antonio. But...I know someone who can give us some more information". David smiled widely.

"If it's Max-"

"Not Max. I've known her for awhile and she's been around way longer than all of us combined". David explained.

"Who?" Ophelia asked.

"Her name is Cecily".

"Oh!" Paul snapped his fingers. "The blind chick".

David looked at him with an unamused expression. "She's more than that". Dwayne spoke up from his spot. "She's a witch who knows everything, everyone, and how it all ends". Dwayne explained in a low voice.

It was silent for a moment.

"Damn, Dwayne. You made that dark". Paul lit up a joint. "Time to lighten the mood".

"Well, where do we find her?" Ophelia asked. She may of known Antonio from personal experience but history was a whole other story.

"We don't. She does. It takes time". David told her.

"Don't worry. I don't understand it either". Marko looked to Ophelia.

"Let's just hope she's not busy". David said as he stood up and made his way to another part of the cave.

"It's not like she's driving or anything". Paul joked, cracking himself up.

"You're not funny". Dwayne told Paul seriously. Annoyed, actually.

"I need some air". Ophelia waved her hands in the air slightly before making her way to the exit once again.

"Better not be leaving". Marko called to her. Ophelia threw her scarf at him. Marko easily caught it with a grin. "Good!"

Ophelia made her way to the cliff as she overlooked the ocean. She watched as the waves crashed over the rocks. She closed her eyes and took in the scent of the sea.

Peace.

This was her spot. It helped her think and just have time to herself. It was comforting. Ophelia shoved her hands in the pockets of her coat as the ocean breeze blew against her. She shook her head softly to get some of her hair away from her eyes.

Ophelia than looked at the ground, watching the grass blow against her feet. With a small smile she looked back out to the sea. Her smile slowly left her lips as confusion slowly made its way on her face. Her eyebrows narrowing together as she felt the weird pain in her chest. Soon, her look blanked.

Ophelia turned her head left slightly and her lips parted.

Antonio stood about twenty feet away, staring back at her with that vile grin stretched on his face.

"It's been awhile, Ophelia".