Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing that was constant in the house that seemed dead.
It was dark, all the lights turned off even though it was the middle of the day. The curtains were all drawn up, and there was only one person who was up in the entire house of four people.
Jake took a glass of juice, downing it in one go, and went up the stairs.
Looking at the nearest room to the stairs, he shook his head. His parents were in there, and he had no idea where they were right now.
It was a little different than last time, because they were in a different place, and too many things had happened that changed everything. Jake had no idea what his parents were up to right now.
But he did have some control on what was happening in the next room. He stopped at Michael's room.