“The front would be too obvious...” Bell thinks aloud, beginning to chew on her thumbs nail. “I’d say we try the carport door, or patio, before trying the front. Look through any windows too, maybe see ones open, if we’re lucky.”

Misha looked towards Jason, to see his opinion before she spoke her mind.

Joan, still beat from climbing and biking responds to Bell's suggestion. "Let's not try something that would require any more climbing, please."

Misha gave Jo a loving and sympathetic look.

“I’d hope you can hop over a windowsill if it comes down to it, Jo,” Bell quips with a smile before looking to the others. “Jason, Misha, how do you guys wanna tackle this?”

Misha popped her head out and looked around. "I would say patio door." she whispered to the group.

Jason smiled and nodded in agreement, "Patio door then?"

Checking inside the house by peering in, Misha took a quick seconds to look around and make sure no one was there. They were, after all, going into someone's house uninvited. She slid the door open as quietly as she could. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. She stepped in. 

The house was messy and dirty. Everywhere there were cables, tools, and strange drawings. The bookshelves were filled with books about birds, neurology, and animal behavior, but..also books about love, courting, and how to make someone special notice you. 

The living room walls have dozens of framed photographs of famous scientists. One in particular is one of Einstein posing with an attractive middle aged woman with curly blonde hair, white clothes, and a proud gaze. On the VHS player lied a copy of Alfred Hitchcock's movie "The Birds". All over the house there are framed photographs of a man and the same middle aged woman, the man always smiling insecurely and looking at the woman.

Suddenly, a girl emerged from the shadows of the next room, a teenager about fifteen - she stops in front of you all, brandishing a sharp knife. "Get out! Get OUT of here! GO!" she commands, angrily. She has a large dog by her side that's growling, ready to pounce at her command.

Everyone froze. What do you do?

Bell’s throat knotted up when she sees the other teen, knife in hand, snarling dog in tow. Her body is completely frozen, save for her eyes, which dart between the kid and her friends frantically, unsure of what to do.

Joan scans the room, trying to make a mental connection between the film, the books, the woman, and the birds.

Misha lunged for the teenager with the knife the moment she looked away from her. With a firm grip and a well placed elbow to the forearm Misha disarmed the girl and the knife clattered to the floor. The dog immediately went berserk and shot towards the Russian, getting a very nice lock on her crotch, and held it very tightly. Misha screamed in pain and started punching the dog's face, but all it did was make it more upset. She fell to the ground, struggling. The girl picked up the knife and with a downward thrust brought the knife down into Misha's chest, and with a cry of surprise and shock, lay motionless on the floor, a look of anguish on her face.

Misha snapped out of her terrible thought and slowly raised her hands. "Take eet easy." she said carefully.

Jason picking up the que as quickly as possible, ripped a loud cord on his guitar to catch the attention of the dog and the knife girl. Within a second he puts his skills to work as his fingers begin to dance on hos instrument as he plays an electric guitar version "Sweet Child of Mine". He does an amazing job under pressure it seems as both his vocals and acoustics are on fire at that moment. 

The girl for her part seems mesmerized, and even the dog looks impressed.

Stacey and Ham are indeed quite impressed. She lowers her blade, putting it down on one of the counters. Misha relaxed. "How..how did you know that's my favorite song?" She softens greatly and Ham calms down and lays on the floor. "You guys obviously saw me from the lake. And now you're here. So. Where do we go from here?"

Jason gives a charming grin and holds out a hand, "How about introductions at least. Name's Jason Drake, could I get your name beautiful?~"

"I'm Stacey." she took your hand, then gestured to the dog. "This is Ham. Nobody knows I live here. Please don't tell anyone."

Misha introduced herself next with a handshake and a nod. 

Joan shrugs her shoulders. "Sure. My name is Joan, can we ask you a few questions?"

"Fine." Stacey says, "Then please leave and tell no one you were here."

Bell visibly relaxes when the girl has calmed down due to Jason pulling a fast one with his guitar. “Bell,” is all she says when introductions were in order, and when it came to questions she asks, “Where are your parents?” And quickly follows it up with a “If you don’t mind me asking.”

"I used to live in Las Vegas." Stacey said, bitterly. "I ran away, and now I live here. This is my uncle's house."

"Cool! What's it like in Las Vegas?" Joan says, momentarily forgetting why she came here. "Uh, also, is your uncle the man in the pictures with that woman?"