All four tires on his car were flat, and Chris' car was gone. Fury came to join his concern again as he turned and headed back into the house.

Serge: "So we were standing there, minding our own business, when all of the sudden-" James: "I need the keys to someone's car now."
Tristan: "Take mine."
Emily: "What's going on?"
James: "Your friend is clearly out to get herself killed. For some reason I feel it's my duty to stop her, though honestly I don't know why."

Emily: "What do you mean?"
James: "She left with Chris just now and put gaping holes in all four of my tyres."
Emily: "Fine. It's her choice to go on this little suicide mission."
James: "Emily, she could die."

James' blood ran cold as Emily remained expressionless, not even as much as a shadow of concern crossing her blank face. While James could tell there was a wedge being driven between the two friends tonight, he hadn't realized just how far it had gone.

Markus: "Um… aren't they dating or something?"
James: "Or something."
Tristan: "James… go."

Andy: "Is someone going to fill us in on what's going on here? I mean, he certainly lacks grace and tact, but is he really dangerous?"
Markus: "Now I feel more comfortable admitting that I thought he was an asshole."

Tristan: "All I know is that he's bad news."
Emily: "He's the vampire that kidnapped her."

The room went quiet, an intensely uncomfortable silence that seemed to permeate the very air itself.

Deanna: "Is this some sort of bizarre delayed Stockholm syndrome?"