Tossing the doll onto the couch he took a large mouthful of his beer, settling himself into the couch and relaxed, something had not been right with Jessica for a few weeks now, but yet he couldn't place his finger on it. She had been avoiding talking too him; he may have been a man but he wasn't stupid. She had been spending a lot of time either at Vampire Bill's or at Merlotte's. He had already phoned Sam and checked with him that she was not working tonight, which was good for him, he wanted to confront her, ask her; no demand from her what was wrong with her. They had been living together for 10 months, which all he was happy with, but yet Jessica seemed to be having a problem; was it him?
He glanced around at the clock again, and then towards the window, the sun had now finally set, he could hear Jessica stirring as she fumbled with the lock on the cubby door that he had fitted out, making it comfortable for her so that she didn't have to sleep in the dirt. This is where it all starts...