Vince knelt on the roof of the building across the street from his family's apartment, the dark night and his cape wrapped around him like a warm blanket. He spotted Dana cleaning up the dinner dishes. Closing his eyes momentarily, he pictured himself standing beside her, smell of her hair filling his senses; he pushed it aside to give her a kiss on her neck. He lingered in that brief moment of tranquility, letting the feeling penetrate his entire being before opening his eyes once more. He would stand beside her again one day, without a mask.

He took a breath regaining control over his senses as he searched for Tripp. He wasn't in his bedroom, and as far as he could tell he wasn't in the rest of the apartment. A knot began to form in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the apartment above his family's where Tripp's friend lived. He found the little boy playing a video game in his bedroom, alone. The knot in his stomach grew larger as he looked back at Dana who continued to calmly work on the dishes.

A nearby clang caught his attention at the construction site next door to his family's apartment. There he saw him. What in the world was Tripp doing at an active construction site at night by himself? Vince moved quickly, appearing at the site moments later. He watched Tripp for a moment. He was walking around the site looking at the different tools, occasionally picking up small items before putting them back down. He shook his head as he stepped from the shadows. "Does your mother know you are here?"

Tripp gasped as he spun around to see who spoke. "Mr. Cape? What are you doing here?"

"The better question is what are you doing here?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just looking around some. I was curious." Tripp answered quietly.

"Does your mother know you're here?" Vince asked again.

"No, she thinks I'm upstairs at my friend's." Tripp said lowering his head, knowing he shouldn't be out like this.

"Don't you think she would be worried about you if she knew you were out like this?"

"Yes."

"Why don't we get you back home?" Vince said taking a step closer.

Tripp opened his mouth to respond, but his eyes grew wide instead as he saw a man quickly approaching swinging a large wrench. Vince caught the expression on his son's face quickly turning to face whatever was coming towards them. He was not going to let anyone get to his son. Vince only had enough time to spin around with a dart arrow getting it off in time before the sickening thud sound of metal contacting with bone.