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looking for the intruder, but she didn't see anyone. She checked the doors and windows; everything was still locked up tight.  She went through the entire house, checking every cupboard and closet, every corner; she even checked under the beds, nothing.  She went back in to her bedroom and pulled open the curtain just enough to take a peek outside.  The moon was bright and lit up the yard; she didn't notice anything unusual.  Maybe that was your shoe print dumbass. She thought. She was walking around outside earlier in the day; maybe she just forgot to wipe her feet when she ran in earlier after seeing the shadow.  That doesn't explain the knock she heard though. "Maybe just a bird, or a bat, or something," she said to herself. She knew the mountains were full of bats and they hunted at night; maybe one was chasing something and knocked in to the side of the house. Not really believing her own explanations, and still a bit scared, she settled herself back into bed; resting the shotgun on the mattress next to her like a protective lover.
    Jackie must have finally dozed off sometime during the night, because it took the screeching of the alarm clock to wake her. She rolled over and smacked the button to turn it off then got up and made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower she went to the kitchen to start the coffee. Another half hour till the sun would come up.  She walked over to turn on the TV and catch the morning news and weather. As she looked around for the remote, she saw it laying on the couch where she was sitting last night and remembered the shoe print she had seen on the floor when reaching for the shotgun. The print wasn't there though.  The floor bared no mark of a shoe, or any dirt. Jackie looked around the floor; thinking maybe she was looking in the wrong spot.  There was nothing anywhere. The floor looked clean. Maybe she just imagined it.  It was at night.  It was dark except for the light of the television; maybe it just cast a glow on the hardwood that looked like a shoe print. Jackie sat down on the sofa and put her head in her hands. "Am I going crazy?" She whispered to herself. "Am I just seeing things because I’ve been so stressed out and cooped up in this house too long? Not the shadow, that was real, and nothing can make me think otherwise; but maybe the shoe print wasn't really a shoe print."  She looked around the room; door still locked, curtains still drawn, everything in its place. Today I'm getting out of this house for a while . She thought. I'll spend the day in town; maybe talk to Henry Miller again at the hardware store.   The coffee maker was brewing, sending a wonderful aroma through out the house.  Her stomach growled with anticipation.  Jackie went back in to the kitchen and poured herself a big mug of coffee, then sat back down on the couch and turned her focus to the TV.
     
     
    Jordan Chase had been spending almost every night staking out the various exits leading out of The Den. Trying to figure out the routine of all those coming and going. He kept track of what time the new shift came in and the others were sent home, and what entrances and exits they used. Hoping for a break in the sequence of events that could give him a chance to sneak back in and execute a rescue. It was a well-organized operation. There wasn't much time between shifts that there were no people around. The place hummed with activity. He kept track of the guards, lab technicians, kitchen staff, and orderlies, even the suits that would only show up once or twice a week.  He figured they were the money; they backed these sick experiments. Tonight, he was across the river from the only entrance that no one used. It was a cave mouth; high up on a sheer cliff surrounded only by loose rock. He had to check every possibility.  If he was able to escape sometime ago, maybe someone else could too. Besides, this would be the way he would eventually have to go back in. As he laid there in the