When Sarah would finally return to her room she would feel the sudden blasting of screeches and static like noises in her ears, clouding her thoughts and partially debilitating her motor skills, a feeling she was all too familiar with. Opening her door would engulf her in icy air and reveal the looming dark figure in the corner of her loft bedroom, his head still nearly touching the ceiling as he stood in silence in her room, head trained toward her, tilting slowly to the side as it often did.<br/><br/>His arm extended toward her, clutched in its grasp a section of police caution tape. The authorities had invaded his home and even in the horrifying ability he possessed, he did not enjoy attention from those those he did not allow attention. The room was icy in his presence, cold clouds leaving his face though any mouth to breath the air was not visible, the same clouds leaving her lips as she breathe din his presence. Even in the icy chill of his surroundings, though, she would always feel a warmth from him when his attention was directed at her.<br/><br/>Gurgling and crackles entered her minds before faint words shrouded in static met her ear. "Crowds...noise...constable..." his rasping, charred words echoed. He seemed to use a term for the police and lawmen that hadn't been used in hundreds of years, not since the town was settled by the British in the 1600's. He seemed to have a certain fear in the inflection of the rasped words. Why would such a creature fear any man? he had so easily dealt with her father long ago and yet these men, simply because they were lawmen, brought fear into the creature.