"LOOK!" KLAUS SAID, as the four walked into the grimy bar and towards Luther, who was sitting alone at a table, hunched over a pint of beer.

     Carla lingered by the door, unsure whether to go in or not. She saw Diego shoo Five and Klaus away, and she tentatively stood next to Klaus, clearly on edge.

     Fiddling with the edge of her gloves, she watched as Diego and Luther spoke in hushed tones, the latter growing more agitated, until he finally seemed to understand why they were there, and he leapt to his feet, rushing towards the door and yanking it open so viciously it broke off its hinges.

     Klaus ushered Five and Carla out of the bar as they rushed to follow Luther towards the car. Carla was forced in the back, next to Diego, who was next to Luther.

     She stared out of the window, the sky on the brink of night, the trees bleeding together as they sped down the road. Carla felt beyond nervous.

     What if they showed up and Harold was there? How would he react to seeing her? What if he had already done something to Allison, and they were too late?

     Was it bad a part of her wanted to talk to him?

     Carla felt sick, knee bouncing as she sat there, fingers twiddling.

     "Hey," Luther leant forward, patting Five's shoulder impatiently, who was driving, "Can you go any faster?"

     "Ask me again and I'll burn you with a cigarette lighter," Five snapped.

     Luther slowly sat back down again, looking anxious.

     Carla saw Klaus chewing on a piece of gum, clearly trying to keep away any cravings, and she moved her gloved hand forward so he could see it.

     Without her even saying anything, Klaus put two pieces of gum into her hand, and she popped them into her mouth.

     The radio was playing, but it was very quiet, and Carla couldn't even bring herself to listen properly to it.

     "Are we close?" Luther asked Carla, and she nodded.

     "Yeah, I think so," she muttered, "Not far now."

     The drove in silence for a few more minutes, the atmosphere in the car thick and serious, before Carla sat up straight, "Turn off here."

     Five did as she said, and they drove down a much smaller path, the gravel under the tyres crunching.

     Carla remembered running down this path with Sarah and Harold in the summer, playing tag, when they were very young. Their Grandma would always make their favourite chocolate chip cookies when they came to visit.

     The car pulled to a stop, and Carla rushed out, wanting to see if Harold was there or not. She had to admit, the house looked empty, but she was almost desperate to see him, to talk.

     Carla led the way, leaping over the wooden railing of a small ramp and reaching the door first, reaching for the doorknob and realising it was open. The five all piled inside, stopping dead at the sight in front of them.

     "Allison!" Luther exclaimed, falling to his knees next to her body, "No!"

     Carla froze, watching Allison lay on the floor. Her throat was cut, blood soaking her top, making a puddle on the carpet.

     Next to her, Five put a hand over his mouth, stifling a gag she definitely heard.

     His hands were trembling violently, skin visibly paling. Cautiously, she put a hand on his arm, startling when his eyes snapped to her face, and he fell back a step, before seemingly catching himself and trying to regain focus on what was happening before them.

     She watched as Allison's eyes flickered, mouth opening and closing. By some miracle of nature, she was alive. 

     Carla suddenly saw Sarah's body where Allison was, bleeding out, soaked in her own blood, and she had to briefly shut her eyes.

     Luther clutched Allison's body to his chest, sobbing, Klaus placing both hands over his mouth in horror.

     Diego was the first to react, "We need to get her back to the Academy."

     "How?" Five snapped, "It could be even more dangerous!"

     "We need to try!" Diego replied, "Otherwise she's going to bleed out all over the floor."

     "Diego's got a point," Klaus said, "We gotta get her to Grace."

      Luther, however, seemed not to hear, still cradling Allison's body in his arms.

     "Luther, we have to go," Diego said.

     Carla seemed to snap out of whatever fear-induced haze she was in, "We need to apply pressure to the wound."

     She ran towards her Grandma's sofa, picking up a familiar cream blanket and folding it up, bending down to press it against Allison's cut, pushing Luther away in the process.

     She was careful to be firm, but not cause too much pain. Soon, the dark red liquid was seeping through the fabric, which made Carla purse her lips.

     "Diego, take her legs, Luther, take her arms," Carla commanded, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She was not about to have someone else bleed out in her arms.

     Neither man moved.

     "Now!" she snapped, and they leapt into action, lifting Allison up as Carla held the blanket to her throat.

     They hurried to the car as fast as possible, laying Allison out over their laps, Carla cradling Allison's head in her lap, applying pressure with one hand, the other gently stroking her hair.

     Allison had been extremely kind to Carla, and the teen felt a strangely close bond to her.

      Five turned to face them from the front, "Ready?"

     Diego nodded, and Five slammed his foot on the pedal, the car screeching away from the house as fast as possible and into the night.