This was quite possibly the worst day in the history of forever. All Pierce wanted to do was take his morning shower but the second he stepped into the bathroom and saw some strange one-eyed man wearing a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat looking back at him, he actually yelled. It had been awhile since something scared him so badly that he screamed obscenities, but this had certainly done it. What was that?
The fact that those in his family - extended or otherwise - seemed to be experiencing the same thing was unnerving. Of course Casper had punched the mirror. Of course. Now he was leaving a blood trail in the hallways, most likely. Sure, Pierce had sent him away because of a bad premonition but he never wanted the kid hurt or dead.
Swallowing the gigantic lump in his throat, he grabbed his car keys and headed downstairs to the lobby. Casper was recognizable, the lone figure slumped against the wall. The lone figure who resembled David, the way David looked when he was the boy's age...
"Casper?" Pierce stopped in front of him, frowning as he took in the sight of the towel around his hand and the -
He had to fight to hold back a shudder. The creepy-crawly feeling traveled up and down his spine, but he pushed it aside and took the boy's arm, guiding him away quickly. "I'm Pierce. It's nice to meet you in person. Or I suppose you prefer Simon," he said.