She was losing the grip - over her emotions and over the house. Usually, presence of Alec empowered her in ways she couldn't quite explain, perhaps it was the simple thrill of pushing him further and further from frames he had so devotedly set up. But now rage and pain was filling her up, and if there was something Cheryl wasn't used to feeling, then it was pain. She always simply took what she needed to sooth it or destroyed what caused it. However now she couldn't pinpoint the cause, other than resentment about things denied to her, some that she didn't admit wanting to herself often, and towards her brother who was worried about people of this house not how SHE felt. SHE had to be the sole focus of his worries, he had to come pleading her to stop and when she would finally show with lazy smirk, wrap her up in a hug, tell her that it will all be alright. And she really needed it right now... '

Her hands balled in fists by her sides and she kicked the items on the ground before returning to observing the hallway. During her small slip-up of emotions, the doors had opened and blondie was together with the kid. Lying through her teeth, too, such a noble soul she was. Kayley smirked. Yes, she'd let them go calmly, for a little bit. And then play babysitter against her jerk of a brother who had dared to involve another in their little game, break the unwritten rules. The thought that he may have not had another choice didn't occur to the spirit.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Alec had tensed up considerably. "Did you hear that?" he asked Bez, now even more vigorously looking for some sort of light source, regarding the distant wail. He grabbed onto matches and a candle - how old school - and lit it in a hurry. "It came from upstairs. Normally, I'd say let's split up so we can cover more ground, but that's how bad things go down in horror movies, don't they?" He tried to crack a joke, but there wasn't an ounce of amusement in him right now. Something was definitely wrong. And not just regular wrong, but some kind of deeper wrong with Cheryl.

Maybe taking Bez along hadn't been a good idea after all. He couldn't openly look for Cheryl now, not even with their little code-name. Man moved out in the hall, towards staircases. "Mr. and Mrs. Weir? Jackson?" he called out. At this moment, his candle was blown out, leaving Alec in complete darkness again. And there were steps down the staircase. He moved towards them, squinting in darkness. Light, hurried steps - not quite fit for the tall Mr. Weir. "Mrs. Weir? It's me, Alec Hall!" he called out.

Something tripped him, hard, and tall 'repairman' fell with a heavy thud. Few inches more and his head would've hit one of the stair's steps. "Kayryl, no..." he muttered, trying to get up, but something held him down for a bit and then released, meanwhile something strongly pushed Erin, wherever she was, but preferably right into Alec.