Helicopters flew overhead, high above the trees and the patterned sounds of their blades violently whirled through the air. It was about 6:00am now. The meadow field that spanned miles in front of Freedom House swayed from the light breeze. Just past the meadow, the redwoods stood tall, always watching over. Freedom House was nothing but black, smoked walls and skeletal frames of a house that once stood. Piles of jagged long pieces of wood stuck out from the ground. Detective Arc sat in the back of the ambulance, her legs hung down off the edge as she stared at what remained. In her peripheral, she saw something white running near the back of the house, near Freedom Park. It was the white peacock and it into the meadow, it’s long white feathers wisped in the wind as it ran towards the redwoods. Detective Salvino walked up to the ambulance. “You okay Sophia?” “I will be,” Detective Arc said. “We’re going to keep looking until we’re exhausted. Then, we’re going to look some more,” Detective Salvino said, placing his hand onto her shoulder. “Detective Arc, it’s not your fault,” Salvino said. Detective Arc’s eyes hardened at the brow, “Then whose?” “I’ve been doing this for some time now. I’ve come to accept that, sometimes, there’s no explanation. Just pure darkness in some people. An evil so pure; explanation is nonexistent.” Detective Salvino turned around and walked to his car. He stopped and looked back, “Detective Arc. Take some time off. Get some rest.” She nodded her head at him and he turned around and got into his car. She watched as he drove off. She listened to the helicopters overhead as they searched for something that no one really knew anything about. They searched until they were exhausted. Then they searched some more. They never found The Darius. They never found Samantha Watson. They only found another scene just like the Boulder Creek one. One that would add to their nightmares for the rest of their lives. Detective Arc couldn’t save Charlotte and she couldn’t save Samantha. The ice cream truck song, Charlotte’s bike on the ground, the dark figure in the truck who took her sister, Samantha’s eviscerated missing body, it all raced through her mind. She closed her eyes and opened them, snapping herself out of her own thoughts. She wanted to go back home to her old neighborhood.