--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Chris exited the highway and hung a left into the neighborhood where their cozy house sat at the end of the cul-de-sac. He sped towards the driveway, expecting it to be empty, but notice an unfamiliar car in the driveway, so he parked parallel to the curb on the street infant of the house, wondering who parked in the driveway as there was ample spots available on the street.  No time to dwell on that, he jumped out of the car and raced up the front porch keys in hand, but found the door unlocked.  His body grew tense as Lana's car wasn't there, so he grew very alert, wondering who could possibly be in the house as he quietly closed the door behind him.  Thats when the sounds and noises from the second floor caught his attention, and grew louder as he tip-toed towards the foot of the stairs.  Strange noises that became familiar sounds the more he listened.  His face grew ghostly white, as his brain realized what he was listening to.