When Kieran pulled into the driveway of his 2-storey home, he stayed in his car, watching Troy and Stacey watching TV. He began crying and just wished for all of this to be over and done with. Kieran wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt and he got his bag and got out of his car. He blew his nose into a tissue he had in his pocket and entered his home. "Hello everybody", he called into the house as he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag by the staircase. Kieran walked into the living room and Troy and Stacey smiled. "What are you guys watching?", he asked, sitting next to Troy and kissing him. "Just a silly drama", Stacey said smiling and then looking back down at her phone, "Nothing too serious". "How was your day?", Troy asked, pushing his glasses upon his face and smiling at his stressed husband. "It wasn't great", Kieran answered, "And that's kind of all I want to say". Troy nodded and turned his attention back onto the TV. Troy had long, ginger hair tied back in a ponytail and green eyes. Stacey had short, blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hey, Kieran?", Stacey began, looking up from her phone and looking at her dad. "Yes sweetie?", Kieran asked, trying not to look tired. "Am I allowed to go to town tomorrow with my friends? We aren't going anywhere else", she asked, biting her tongue and almost knowing the answer. Kieran shook his head, "You know why. I just can't let you be at risk". Stacey nodded and her thumbs began moving to tell her friends the bad news. Troy understood why but he wanted to let their teenage daughter live a little. He took Kieran's hand and squeezed it. He knew how hard this was for him. 

Ciara opened the door to her apartment, turned on the lights and sat on the sofa. She had a stressful day and she turned the TV on. The news was on and rather turn it off, she was curious to see how much they were getting slated today. The blonde anchor who was staring into her soul gave details about the victim found today and detailed how much pressure the police were under. "Gards are holding a press conference tomorrow, appealing for information", she said, shuffling through her paper, "If you have any information on these murders, please call the number shown below". Ciara turned the TV off and then thought about what she would have for dinner. It was going to be another hard day tomorrow as they both hated talking to the press.