Tori and Shanna hugged, horrified at the obvious.The house wasn't letting them go.<br/>"Breathe, Shanna, breathe," Tori said, coaching herself as much as she was trying to help Shanna. Tori's breathing sounded more like hyperventilation.<br/><br/>When Greg and Jacob finally stopped, both women ran to them, hugging them.The men didn't reciprocate.  Shanna dabbed at the blood from Greg's cheek. He swore and threw the stub of a chair leg to the floor, making it bounce across the floor. The men stood, hands hanging in despair. Tori noticed Jacob's knuckles were bleeding.<br/><br/>"How in the name of God could that some fucking flimsy boards hold up?" Greg demanded. "Neither one of us is a wimp," he said, directing the comment to Jacob. "We are fucked and I don't mean in a good way."<br/><br/>Tori giggled. She couldn't help it. Then she hiccuped and then sobbed. "Sorry," she said, attempting to take another deep breath. "Sorry," she said again.<br/><br/>Jacob pulled her into his arms, holding her, safely. His heart pounded under her ear and she closed her eyes, relaxing for a minute.<br/><br/>A voice in her head said,<br/>"Wouldn't you like to hold it, beating in your hand?"<br/><br/>"No." she gasped and pushed away.<br/><br/>The monitor began flickering again . They cross to it and saw what must have been a residual but this time coming from a ballroom.<br/><br/>"Jacob, is there a ballroom in this house?" Tori asked, wiping tears from her eyes and trying to look in charge of herself.<br/><br/>This room was mirrored all the way around. The  mirrors were set in Gothic arches and the floor was a mosaic of to ruby red and cobalt blue tiles. A pair of dancers were strutting to what had to have been a Tango but they were reflected by the mirrors giving the impression of a room full of people. The woman was lovely with long flowing red hair. She was held in the arms of a powerfully built man who towered over her. The woman turned her head, her eyes full of love and longing. The man stared at the pulse in the woman's neck.