Upstairs. Movement.

Jeremy decided the sound was coming from the second floor. Now it was time to decide if he was going to just go up there, or perhaps call out to her. He took a breath weighing the options. If he just went up he may scare whoever was up there badly enough to shout the alarm code. The whole house was networked into an Advanced Crime Deterrent and Fire Grid System...it was a working title. It connected the house with the Web making emergency situations easier to deal with. The house was wired with microphones. You speak the Alarm Code and a signal went out to the proper authorities. In case of night time fires the smoke detectors also were hooked into the system.

Caitlin's father was the first in town to get the system a year before. Jeremy's uncle had helped in the programing, and had asked if Colin Jones would like to Beta the system. Always looking for ways to protect his family when he wasn't there he had jumped at the chance. He had worked a deal with the company. As the company had suspected the Fire Warning system needed the most work. It was a little too sensitive, going off twice at the yearly Jones Family Barbecue...and they weren't exactly grilling indoors.

Deciding that the situation didn't warrant a police visitation Jeremy decided to call out, "Courtney? Are you upstairs? I'm coming up." He didn't receive an answer, but that didn't deter him this time. She may be listening to music upstairs, and she had large headphones that blocked out all sound outside of them.

He made it up the stairs and walked towards Courtney's room. He neared the door and now the movement sounds became a lot more clearer. It sounded like she was jumping on the bed.

Jeremy knocked on the door and the bouncing sounds stopped followed by a, "Who...who's there?!"

"It's me Jeremy. I just got here, can I come in?"

"Jeremy! Oh...oh my. Um...one second?" Her voice sounded very flustered.

The sounds of frantic cleaning is all that Jeremy heard while he waited patiently.

When Courtney finally opened the door he gasped. Her hair was disheveled, something he had never seen before. Her clothes were wrinkled and twisted. Her face was flushed. But she did have a smile on her face, her beautiful angelic face.

"Hey Jeremy. I am so glad you came over. We need to talk..."

"I'm really sorry about..." Jeremy said in a blurt, but came to a halt as a smell hit him. It was not perfume. The next question came unbidden. "What were you doing in here?"