Nathaniel seethed in his silence.  He held his shivering sister, though he could feel her anger, she was of a more delicate nature.  The fact that she had the strength not to faint from her ordeal made him proud.  Emily Rose was made of sterner stuff.  After the statements were given, he politely made his leave.  He thanked the host and made haste.<br/><br/>Putting his sister in the carriage and sliding in beside her, he looked back at the dwindling townhome.  As he turned away, he noticed an odd shadow beneath a lamp post.  When he looked back no one was there.  He shivered, the cold setting into his bones.  Whatever this night had wrought, there were too many things unexplained.  He turned to his sister, her eyes wide and frightened.<br/><br/>"What is it?," he asked her mildly.  She had that look.  The look of the touched.  The thing they tried to hide from the world.  He wasn't stupid.  If his sister had a warning, he knew to listen.  She clutched his arm, the nails digging in.<br/><br/>"I can feel them, brother," she said, her voice no more than a whisper.  "Something truly wicked comes upon us all."  Her voice rang of doom and then for the first time since this dreadful night began, she fainted into her brother's arms.  He said nothing and rocked her all the way home as they did when they were children.  He did not have Emmy's gifts but his gut wrenched when something was amiss.  Got him out of enough bad spots.  All the way home, Nathaniel looked out the window and all the way home he felt as if eyes were upon them.