The next day started as ussual. Get up, eat, get ready for the day. But today, for no apparent reason the flowers that Patrick and Timothy gave molly, and brought home with her fell over and made a mess. "Well that was creepy." Molly stated. "Yeah, I hope it wasn't a bad Omen." I replied. I headed out, unable to help molly because I had to be at work.
As soon as I got to the Station, Barnes and I got a call to check out a disturbance at a ranch neighbering mine and Molly's land. It belonged to Patrick and Timothy's foster parents. I prayed it was nothing serious, but when we arrived, the Paramedics worsened my fears, they carried out two adult bodies that were covered up, inside Patrick and Timothy had lost a lot of bood from what looked like claw marks. I knew both boys had a rare blood type that only me, Molly, and Megan Jenkins shared. The Paramedics said they needed freash blood to stabalize them. Without thought I agreed and the transfussion began.