Eve glared at her companion as Michael and Sarah continued their argument. She stepped closer to him as she hissed, "You call it what you like, Fredrick. I was tired of waiting for what you promised me." She shoved away from him and paced the length of the wall beside the dumpster they were hiding behind. "It has been a year now and I don't care what you say, now is the time." Fredrick looked at her with anger smoldering in his dark eyes, "Fine, but you better hope this little stunt of yours doesn't blow up in our faces. Because, make no mistake, it will be OUR faces, Eve. I will take as much heat as you over this." Eve was beginning to look decidedly uncertain by the time Fredrick had finished his small speech.

Michael continued to argue with Sarah at the mouth of the alley. He knew he had seen Eve, he felt it in the very marrow of his bones. Nothing Sarah said would sway him of that. Now he just had to convince Sarah. He moved towards her, his hands raised placating, pleading her with his eyes as well as his words. His heart was breaking all over again with the mere thought they had buried Eve alive and the torture she surely went through to get herself out of six feet of dirt and casket.

Sarah could see that Michael's mind was set. He was determined to check this alley to see if Eve truly was alive and nothing she could say was going to sway his decision. She sighed as she saw the hurt in his eyes as he thought of Eve having to dig herself out of the ground because she had been alive when buried. She faltered only briefly in her argument that he and she leave this spot and return home, and that was all it took. Michael had convinced her to check the alley for Eve. 'If it helps him to move on, then we shall check this empty alley to prove that Eve is well and truly dead,' Sarah thought to herself as they made their way cautiously into the alley.

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