"......hm." Zeke muttered.

"Well, as for how long I'm hanging out, however long is needed." he told her.

"Simple as that." he said.

"I intend to find out what is going on here." he went on. "And I am not leaving until I at least get some hint." he continued, before pausing for a moment.

"Or things become too dangerous for me." he added.

"When did you notice a change?" he asked.

"Or is this a case of it just happened, and you didn't notice until it was extremely apparent?"

"Hmmmmm." Zeke muttered, scratching at his chin.

"Well, I do appreciate the offer, and staying here might be best for information gathering." he reasoned.

"So, as long as it's no imposition, staying here would be lovely, thank you." he told her.

"And I need to find out how this is being spread." he went on.

"Even if I can just find that out, I might get some more insight as to what all this IS." he reasoned.

Zeke nodded.

"I understand." he said.

"I'll do my best to stay out of your way." he told her.

"I... yeah, I know that nights like this are... very trying for you, to understate it." he continued.

"But I'll do whatever I can to not aggravate you even further."

"I think I'm good to go for right now." Zeke responded.

"I'll begin my investigation." he told her.

"I might observe you in the future, but I promise I'll make it as unobtrusive as possible... if I do." he added.

"For now, do whatever you feel you need to do, go wherever you feel you need to go, whatever it takes." he continued.

"I promise I'll do my best to solve this."

Zeke stepped up, and accepted the key.

"Thank you." he told her.

"This will be most helpful." he said.

"Just out of curiosity, what do you do when the moon is full?" he then asked her.

"Where do you go and what do you do to work through your lycan urges and instincts?" he asked further.

"You don't have to answer, obviously. I'm just curious."

"....well, that makes sense." Zeke responded.

"I've heard their backyard is huge." he said.

He then sighed, and looked at the notes.

"Well, I'm going to go to a room." he told her.

"Look through this info more closely." he went on.

"...what room am I taking?" he asked her.

"I understand." Zeke replied.

And with that, he set to work, and Averie left after an hour.

Sure enough, Thursday arrived... with no word from her.

Halfway through the day, Zeke shook his head.

"Right, time to check up." he said, calling her number on his cell phone.

No answer.

"And now I KNOW something's up." he muttered.

With that, he left the house and took to the sky flying speedily towards where he knew the Fyrane manor was. He reached it, and saw no sign of Averie around, so he flew in closer, as close to the treetops as he dared.

"Agent Winchester!" he called out.

"Are you still here!? Are you all right!?" he yelled further, scanning where he could to try and find any sort of evidence of the woman being there.

"Oh my dear sweet heavens..." Zeke said in a hushed tone, before racing towards her.

"Agent Winchester!" he exclaimed.

"What in the name of all the deities happened here!?" he asked.

"Where are your clothes? And why does it look like you were outright viciously attacked!?" he asked further, before shaking his head.

"Right, you need medical attention." he then said, addressing the situation at hand.

"I have some healing mana in me, so I think I can bring you out of the danger zone." he reasoned.

"But seriously, what happened?" he asked her, as he prepped himself and his mana to heal her.

"......." Zeke was silent for a moment.

"Oh. Right." he said.

"That... that makes sense about the clothing." he admitted.

"Admittedly, didn't think of that." he muttered.

"And... okay, some creatures got the upper hand on you." he said further. "That is one HELL of an upper hand." he went on.

"Is it ever THIS bad?" he asked.

"Ah, right." Zeke replied.

"Sure thing." he told her.

"I'll give you my coat to wear as well. It should cover all of you." he went on.

He then extended his hand towards her.

When she grabbed it, though, he froze. It was like something snapped in his mind, and he was like a statue.

But she could see that an immeasurable amount of activity was going on behind his eyes.