It was late in the afternoon, the sky was bright with the descending sun but the heat pounded off the pavements like a furnace. The street was largely empty of cars, it was a suburban area so most of the occupants were counting down the minutes to the end of work, and those that remained  were busy tidying their already manicured houses.<br/><br/>Taylor-Jackson had been on his feet all day, he'd managed to hitch a lift with a surly looking truck driver to get out of Westborough county, but the past three hours of walking inconspicuously had certainly taken their toll.<br/><br/>The authorities hadn't yet changed him into more deprecating clothes with orange tones ,and in this heat, he somewhat wished they had. His blue ripped jeans stuck to his legs as the heat billowed beneath, he'd taken off his jumper and tied it around his waist exposing his arms and the grey t-shirt underneath, and he'd turned his baseball cap around to keep the suns heat off his neck.<br/><br/>He eyed the houses wearily, it wouldn't be long before his face was all over the news, and hiding would be near impossible. He approached a house with high fencing, took one last look before he slipped inside the gate.<br/><br/>"Oh thank fuck!"  he exclaimed quietly to himself a huge sigh of relief spread over him as he saw a sprinkler. Following the  hosepipe he rushed to the tap and began to spoon mouthfuls of clear water to his mouth.<br/><br/>Once he'd properly quenched his thirst, and washed some of the sweat from his face Taylor allowed himself a moment to take in the house. He too had had a house, but it paled in comparison. His thoughts turned to recent events and he found himself angry, hurt and...<br/><br/>"No!, Not now. Concentrate on whats important."  It was clear by the distant look in his blue eyes that  focusing was taking extra effort, perhaps it was the heat.<br/><br/>He looked over the window s on the back of the house, all of them were shut tight. The back doors were large sliding ones and he knew there was no way to pick bolted doors.  Then he noticed a thin line down one of the edges, somewhat confused he grabbed the handle and the door simply pulled open.<br/><br/>"Yeah with this heat, i'd have left mine open too."<br/><br/>Taylor found himself thrust back through his memories, back to his porch, to the barbecues, family gatherings. He hadn't been away more than a week. He caught himself missing Alexis, then once again recent events came back and his face flooded with betrayal.<br/><br/>He heard a car go down the road, the hard tyres against the newly graveled surface only found in an expensive neighborhood.<br/><br/>He stepped inside to the living area, the carpets pile hugging the bottom of his shoes, he felt invasive, like he didn't belong here, which of course he didn't but he wasn't accustom like others in his position might be to feeling this way. He had no choice. He stepped into a large hallway leading to a kitchen. It was newly done, the appliances looked brand new, the worktops were bare, even the knife block  still had its labels dangling from  it.<br/><br/>He allowed himself to pull up a chair from a round the dining room table and allow the situation to sink in.