Eight months later...
The gleaming rays of the sun struck the house and lit the room in an exquisite glow. Janeka was sitting at the dining table with her fists resting on her shoulder. It's been eight months now and they were progressing with getting Justin back. She had also discovered what Justin was and that proved that he would still be alive. But she had a double mind. Isn't it better to let go of Justin and destroy the key when I get it? She thought as she stood on her feet and walked over to the fridge. After getting herself a glass of pineapple juice she went back to where she sat and continued thinking about all that she had passed through. Coming back to Weston Hills was the worst punishment they could be given. It was all their mother's advice. Go back to your home town, what's the worst that could happen? Janeka shook her head in regret, her hair was messy and she was depressed and frustrated. Earnestine had been doing the whole job for now.