When he laid it out like that, the doubts in her mind began to settle in. It was easy to want to stop whatever terror the Rachlings might have planned, but she now worried the plan wasn’t practical, they were both injured and their lives had been turned upside down for two weeks.  He knew how to do this and he was communicating to her that they needed to exercise caution if they wanted to make it through this.  She nodded softly and reached out to touch his arm lightly, a small gesture of affection and reassurance.  He had been in danger and she had run right into it, without questioning it.<br/><br/>“Okay, yeah.  Maybe it’s not the right play.  We can still track them tomorrow.  We’re both injured and maybe if we hang back the DMS will catch them first.”  She knew the laws were lose on supernatural creatures and that her husband probably knew better than most on what he could and couldn’t do in this situation.<br/><br/>“Even if he wants a round two, he’s not going to be able to show his face without them he DMS coming down on him.”  She rationalized, trying to gage how much time they could have to try and recuperate.  His wound was not as bad as hers was, but she somehow thought that was an accident.<br/><br/>“There’s something that bugs me...Matthias could of killed me, back there.  If you killedhis family, he could have gotten a partial revenge by just taking another shot at me...I’m no expert in arachnid facial expressions, but he looked startled when I looked back...like he made a mistake.”  She brought up and slowly took another step toward him.  “I don’t know, maybe it was the sirens.  Maybe he got spooked.  We can—we can still go to the Lake house and at least take a couple hours to clear our heads. Then if we still want to do this...we do it.”