Forest colored depths fluttered open. Darcy was awake. Early. Mega early. Like...Crack of dawn early. She sighed. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Especially after the events that had happened. The pain of losing her best friend after three thousand years was still fresh in her heart and written on her face.

She turned over pulling Shadow close to her. Burying her face in his warmth. Inhaling his smell deeply. He was something warm and alive. Reality check for her. She rose up slightly to kiss his lips, "It's time to get up love..."

She murmured as she pulled away and climbed out of the bed. She put little thought into her clothing. An oversized black band shirt that depicted Black Sabbath, black hiphugging baggy fuzzy pajama pants, and her black fuzzy slippers. Without a word she ran her brush through her hair before putting it up in a ponytail.

She moved to the curtains that were closed and threw them open. Letting the first rays of dawn pour into the room in a warm embrace to flow over her sleeping lover. She then turned to open the door and leaving it open walked out.

Her next stop was David's room. He was just a part of this as anyone else was. Not only was he her brother but he adored Mayday. She opened the door and leaving it open walked in. Careful not to run into anything. Like an artist his room was a mess of matte pencils, brushes, markers, paints, paper, canvases, and easels. Smiling a bit to herself. He really was talented just like her.

She moved over to pull back the curtains to let the sunlight in before she crawled onto the bed. Her brother didn't know. He was gonna take the news hard, "Davey...Get up. It's important. I need you up."

She said as she gently shook her brother and kissed his forehead. With that she crawled off of the bed and out of the room. Her next stop? Jin and May's room. Was Jin there? She had left in such a rush with Ankie last night disturbed by this mess that she hadn't even thought about dragging him home with her. She'd apologize later.

She opened the door and like the others left it open. Whether or not Jin was in there she moved to yank open the curtains to let the sunlight in. And if he was there she would move over to the bed and shake him, "Jin get up...It's today we move into action to get her back."

She left the room with those words hanging in the air. Her last and final stop was Ankie's room. Mayday's brother. One of her former lovers of eons ago. Just like Jin and Darcy he was a huge part of this. She opened the door to his room. Honestly she had never been in here and didn't know what to expect. However she moved right for the curtains and pulled them open before turning for the bed. Leaning over to shake him awake, "Ankie love get up..."

Her lips pressed to his forehead to get him to rouse from his slumber before she left the room. Now wandering down the hall she entered the kitchen. Flipping on the switch and pushing the curtains open. She needed as much light and warmth as she could get right now.

Cupboards and drawers were open and shut as she pulled out plates, silverware, a skillet, and a baking sheet. The plates and silverware set on the table in the dining room where they ate. The skillet on the stove. She turned on the stove. Moving to the fridge she pulls out bacon, sausage, a carton of eggs, and some biscuits and rolls to make.

Opening the bacon package she tosses a few strips into the skillet. It began to sizzle. Moving to grab a large bowl she began cracking eggs into it mixing it all with the whisk. Scrambled eggs for everyone. Once it was mixed she set it aside. Moving back over to the skillet she flips over the bacon strips with a spatula. If her going from door-to-door didn't rouse anyone then the smell of cooking definately would.

They would need a full stomach and a clear head in order to plan properly to rescue their dear Mayday.

Ankie came down from his room about thirty minutes later. Showered, shaven. He wore two things hand hand't in far to many centuries. He had his old bracers from his greek era on. He had them strapped to his forearms tightly. He had his hair pulled back and tied behind his head. Skin tight muscle shirt and long pants, was it the end of the world? He had on boots....Go figure. He was angry, the bracers helped focus the energy he could shoot from his fingers.

Achilles looked to Darcy and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Darcy. We will get her back." He had only ever let that much anger grace his voice one.... The unjustified murder of Patroclus... One of his best friends. He turned and tightened his belt. He looked up as if looking to the gods. He paid David no never-mind. They didn't get along to well. Achilles had his trademark breakfast waiting in the fridge to be heated up. A meal he had eaten since ancient Greece herself. A little lamb and rice, small piece of fish, Topped off with a small thing of bread and a glass of water. All it needed was to be heated up in the microwave.

THey could turn their noses up at it all they wanted. He enjoyed the meal the way it was. If they had any problems. They could kiss his Demi-god ass. Darcy was the only one that could attempt to get him to eat something different.

*David took the news about as well as Darcy would expect. A look of shock overcoming his face that was an exact twin's of his sister save for the masculine features. His face crumbling around the edges as he dropped to his knees staring at the ground in disbelief.* May...No...Not May...No...

*He whispered shaking his head over and over again. It was then that very dimly he heard Achilles. He knew who he was. He knew he was May's sister. Angry he looked as he rose to his feet looking at the man.* Why?

*That one word. He was asking why the brother had let his sister get taken. Though Achilles was in the same position that David had once been in. When Anubis took Darcy. Many people asked him why. He still held a grudge against his dear sister for that. But that anger would have to be put aside for another day. The coffee was done being made and he leaned against the counter. Crossing his arms. And looking very very unhappy.*

Shadow slipped into the room, in time to catch everything that had been said. As he moved to stand behind Darcy, looking over those that had gathered so far. One brow quirked, to the male running off at the mouth to David.

"Lose the attitude.. It won't help." Said in a calm cool tone of voice, before he moved to help Darcy with the cooking and setting the table. Once that was done, he patted David on the shoulder before he moved to sit down by Darcy.

"I could careless who you are, or who you are related to here. You don't threaten anyone here. You want to help..Fine..but leave the attitude behind." This said towards the male that spoke rudely to David.

*David honestly didn't really get a chance to say anything. Shadow and Darcy did it for him. So he just shrugged it all off and set the apple juice, orange juice, milk, and coffee on the table. Sitting down as well he piled the food on his plate and began to chow down.*

":I know, but I failed my own sister. I failed May... Daivd knows how I feel. Im pissed at myself because I couldn't help her..." He sighed and threw his hands up once more. He shook his head and realized he was fighting an up-hill battle.

He was the first to run. Sliding to a dead stop, well one because he hit the wall by the door, and two would be if he didn't....he would have flipped over May and Darcy.

He fell to his knees. He moved to May and Darcy. "Half....Pint..." He clenched his hands tightly. He was saddened, angered and releaved all at the same time. He was at a loss for words.

They were gonna have a Hell of a time prying May from her arms. Because no friggin' way was she letting her go. She held onto her tightly yet like the woman was a fragile doll. Still crying and with their help they moved inside the house.