When things came to Cheryl, Alec's sight became narrow and pointed only at her. Or so it used to be, when they were kids. As they grew, he learned to expand his vision so he saw the consequences her actions would cause and had time to find ways to smooth them down. He had failed her just once and she herself had became his life-long punishment for this mistake. By now, his role wasn't just to be her protector, but to also protect others from her.

And as he focused so utterly on trouble brewing in the cold rain, calling her name and ringing the bell impatiently, something slipped by his notice completely until body came crashing into him. The impact was so unexpected that he lost his footing and heavily crashed forward into fence, most likely tearing up denim jacket's arm and scraping skin underneath. He sucked in breath and, if not for his proper upbringing, it sure would have come out as a curse word.

Alec turned around, rubbing his arm and his eyes locked with pair of green ones. Although this man dressed in what he recognized to be special uniform or something like that, was shorter than him, he clearly had just about as much strength as he did. Was he out running? Weird. Although, out of all people, he had no rights to judge. "Hey, it's no problem, I should have been more careful, too, not just standing in middle of sidewalk like some idiot," he replied with a smile and accepted the outstretched hand.

"You alright?" he inquired, looking the other over. At this moment, street lamps flickered and dimmed, leaving everything in thin shadows. "Oh God, no..." Alec breathed, turning to face mansion, his hands clutching the gate. He pressed button again, but knew that it probably went unheard. His expression remained still, perhaps too still, but desperation was climbing up his spine. How was he to get in there when there was another guy?

Lies. Lies were his only option. And how he hated him! But being Kayley's brother had forced him into being somewhat fluent in them. He brushed wet strands of hair out of his face and looked back at the stranger. "I'm Alec Hall, by the way. I do repairs around the houses and respond to emergencies and, right now, there is one at Weir's," he motioned at the building. If this guy hadn't moved here yesterday, he would recognize the name most likely. If there wasn't so much crap going down, Alec would probably manage to recall where had seen this guy before, too.

"Serious one. But they're not opening the gate. I have to fix it and check if someone's got hurt or something," This wasn't even lying, just adjusting the truth. Cheryl on the loose was indeed a serious emergency. Man eyed the fence as well as he could in the darkness. He could jump-climb it if needed. And that was what he would. Alec retreated, preparing for the run and jump.

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Ah, she could so clearly picture Alec panicking at the gates. Knowing him, he'd do something crazy to get inside. She loved how she could bring out that daring, senseless side in her brother. This would be so fun. Mentally, she reached out, dimming the street lamps. It would send him into a frenzy, for sure. The fear flowing from babysitter empowered her, urged to go further. Invisible, she descended the staircase about halfway through. Slow, nearly concealed and creeping steps approached Erin. And then they disappeared as suddenly as they had started, right before she would have seen the walker, if there was someone.

Cold breeze passed blonde woman and somewhere in the 2nd floor corridor, open window rattled, letting rain in. The steps were now passing Jackson's room, but if the kid woke and tried to exit, the door wouldn't budge even in the slightest. In fact, neither would any doors that Erin approached, but steps would lead her further and further into the mansion.