In Maura's office, Harlow sat on the edge of a chair with her hands quivering as she attempted to calm herself. It felt as though something was crawling beneath her skin, itching to be freed. She had nearly lost control when she had spoken to Jerry. If it wasn't for Maura, shooing her off, others might have noticed her abnormal behavior or worse her soulless black eyes. Maura had commented on the changes she had seen in her and Harlow couldn't disagree. She had changed and she feared what she was becoming. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, coming from the direction of the bar. Harlow scurried to the door and cracked it open to peer out. It wasn't the best angle but from where she stood she could see the back of a tiny woman and beyond her was Maura, who was struggling for air as the woman
