When she called, she was left waiting for about 4 seconds, before it was answered, and when it WAS answered, her other half sounded rather exhausted.

And she could guess as to why.

Her other half, Lindsay, was a man that loved working out. Not because he enjoyed having a muscular body, but more because he genuinely liked it. He was an intellectual man, but he also believed that a healthy mind rested in a healthy body, and it made him feel good to do more than just sit and read.

As such, he had his own little gym area in the basement of the manor they inherited from his mother, and shared with his brother and sister-in-law. Inside it contained mostly weights and punching bags, but it had a treadmill as well, among other things.

He had just finished a set with the heavier weights, and was catching his breath, when his cell phone went off. He saw it was his wife calling, and quickly answered it.

"Hey, Casey." he greeted her when he did.

"Something up?" he asked. "I hadn't expected to hear from you for at least another couple of hours." he then commented, wiping his brow with a towel and gulping down a drink of water from a bottle that was sitting nearby.

"......" Lindsay was silent for a moment, processing the information.

"Oh, no..." he then said.

"Not Mason... he was so young..." he went on.

"I... Casey, just be careful." he told her. "We don't know if they'll come for you next, whoever they are." he then warned Casey.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." he continued.

"I'm not sure there IS, given the circumstances, but let me know if I can do anything."

"Love you, too." Lindsay replied.

With that, their call was ended, and he found himself staring at the phone.

"....I did not expect something like this to happen." he said.

"Sure, her gallery showings are big events, but she has no enemies... and Mason shouldn't have had any, either." he reasoned, mulling it over.

"This makes no sense." he went on.

"Unless this was just an indiscriminate chaos kill." he added.

The man in question was, indeed, in his study. However, he wasn't currently absorbed in his usual stack of books... but there was a good reason for that.

He was taking a small break from it, sitting in the small circle of comfortable chairs in the area, a mug of tea in his hands.

He looked over to the door when he heard the knock, and sighed.

"Come in!" he called out, flicking his wrist and causing the door to swing open slowly. Those that knew him knew why... his control of wind was amazing, from violent windstorms, to localized tornadoes, to gentle breezes.

"Oh!" he said when he saw who it was.

"Averie, do come in and have a seat." he offered the woman.

".........." Vincent was silent as Averie asked her question.

"I..." he stammered.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"It's... I've never heard of such a thing." he admitted.

"I know of ways for statues to become... well... 'animated', but even then, they're limited to VERY simple and basic movement." he continued.

"Why do you ask?"

Vincent leaned forward, putting the mug down, pressing his fingers together, and staring forward... hard.

"Well." he said.

"I will say it right now, Casey doing such a thing is unheard of." he told her sternly.

"I refuse to believe she had ANY hand in it." he went on.

"But you have actual recorded footage... of a statue... snapping someone's neck?" he asked.

"And this is 100% what the camera caught?" he asked further.

Vincent nodded.

"I do." he replied.

"This... there's something about this situation that's ringing a vague bell of familiarity in my mind, but for the life of me, I cannot clear the fog that's obscuring it." he then told her.

"It's rather frustrating." he admitted.

"But I DO have some channels that I can go through." he assured her.

"I'll let you know if I find anything out." he finished.

Vincent nodded.

"She does not." he confirmed.

"And... she doesn't kill people." he then said.

He then paused for a moment, thinking about something, before shaking his head.

"Regardless, I'll see what I can dig up." he told her.

"And I hope this gets cleared up soon." he went on. "Casey does NOT need to be embroiled in this."

After waiting for a little while, the man in question showed up.

He smiled when he saw her, sitting down across from her.

"Early, as usual." he commented, before noticing her expression, and narrowing his eyes.

"...and I can tell that something's on your mind." he said.

"Anything I can help with?" he asked her.

"Or is this a case where 'helping' is the equivalent to 'doing nothing'?"

"...." Hal was silent as she said all she did.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"I DO seem to recall something about that." he said.

"If I recall, I heard some of my employees talking about something like that a while ago." he told her.

"I'll try and remember who, and then ask them about it." he went on.

"...it's all I can offer right now, though. Sorry." he then apologized.