Thorn took a cab from the Philadelphia Airport to 2333 Black Horse Pike and after she closed the door and paid the driver, she turned to face her destination.  The house had changed a bit from when she last saw it: new siding, new windows, even a new mailbox around which someone had planted mums.  As her eyes focused on the front door she remembered the day it all started…<br/><br/><em>Thorn sat on the hard wooden chair while waiting for Blaze to come home from his errand.  In her hands were a myriad of notes detailing the outcome of what seemed to be experiments.  He was very adamant that she never go down into the basement and today she discovered why.<br/><br/>All around her were squirrels, mice, and even a raccoon whose intestines trailed behind from its anus, as it quickly walked across the hard cement floor.  The bloated casing was covered in dirt and shards of broken glass and in pursuit was a chipmunk.  Just as the rodent caught up with the makeshift pale sausage snack and the raccoon let out a pain-filled yelp, the door above opened.<br/><br/>A smile played on Thorn’s lips even when faced with the apparent anger of Blaze.  As he quickly approached to permanently silence her, four words came out of her mouth in a slight whisper, “I want to watch.”</em><br/><br/>Thorn was unsure what Blaze’s reaction would be when he saw her on his doorstep, but right now that did not matter.  She needed somewhere to stay…somewhere to forget about Sam.  With determination, she raised her hand and knocked forcefully on his door.<br/>