She took a deep breath, and said a silent prayer as she pushed the door to her childhood open. It is empty except for a baby in its carrier crying out for the touch of someone to hold it. She dropped her bags and quickly rushes over to the  crying infant. She picks him up and begins to soothe him, as she here her alarm system chime, signaling that her back door has been open. She quickly put the baby back in its carrier and rushes to the back door just in time to see a large figure in a black hoodie rushing across her back yard into the night.