Jennifer was taken aback by Ash's sudden surliness. He had no sooner left than the doorbell rang. The big white pitbull  wuffed softly as Jenn cracked open the door to Ash's wing. The sounds from the front door wafted clearly down the hall.<br/><br/>"Excuse me,  miss, " a deep male voice greeted. "I am Jim Richardson from town. I have several children in foster care there and one of them has gone missing. Of course, we are so worried that some evil has befallen our beloved Jennifer. A young woman about this tall, with long dark hair."<br/><br/>"Look. You are on the Pendergast estate and we don't even 'see' those trashy kids from your stupid home. So go away before I sic the dogs on you!" it was Ash's little sister.<br/><br/>Wow, Jennifer thought, that child has a sassy mouth.<br/><br/>"We have heard reports that she might be in residence here." the man replied using a persuasive voice.<br/><br/>"Your reports were wrong!"<br/><br/>The door slammed.<br/><br/>Jennifer stuck her head out of the door and mouthed 'Thank you', but Chelsie stuck out her tongue.<br/><br/>"Like I said, you don't exist. You don't have a right to exist. You are nothing." and she stalked off down the hall.<br/><br/>Jennifer shut the door quietly and lay down in bed. She stared hard at the ceiling<br/>She fell asleep on the couch, the white pitbull curled up next to her. An odd sense of peace fell over her, despite the fight with Ash, the threat from the home and the disturbing visit from Frankie.  She lost sense of time. Vaguely she realized that some one was putting her to bed but was too comfy to wake up.