Steve swallowed the dregs of his third G&T and sank down a little further into his chair. Damn, those things were strong. Normally he prided himself on his tolerance for alcohol, but he was most definitely buzzed. And he and Laura had noly been here for, what, an hour?<br/><br/>As a matter of fact, where was Laura?<br/><br/>The two of them had been surprised to be invited to the party. They'd only moved into Daybreak Moors a couple of weeks ago, and they really didn't know anybody in the new development yet, but the gold-embossed card with the unreadable signature had been too bizarre to resist. So, like what looked to be at least a couple of dozen of their new neighbors, they'd turned up at the older, more luxurious house at the end of their street at about eight o'clock that night, and immediately been plied with drinks and food.<br/><br/>Steve had parked himself in a heavily upholstered seat in the amazingly lavish sitting room on the first floor, where he was now gazing vaguely upward into the depths of an oversized crystal chandelier, half paying attention to the three or four other couples sitting around him, who had started the evening chatting about their jobs but now seemed to be playing some sort of 'truth-or-dare' variant with one another. Laura had come up to him maybe twenty minutes ago and mumbled something about going upstairs to take "the grand tour."<br/><br/>The woman next to him, an attractive redhead in her late thirties who was clearly much drunker than him, had draped an arm across his leg as she laughed at some joke he hadn't registered. Maybe it was getting to be time for him to go off in search of his lost spouse.<br/><br/>It was weird, though. He wasn't even exactly sure yet who<em>lived</em>in this place...<br/>