Parts of it were true, but he would have cared had he heard, he had a heart despite the fact it did not beat he cared about those he befriended. He had taken a fancy to her and that was why her daughter was dead, why she too might soon be dead if the psycho coming their way had her way. Laying the explosive down he moved to put some on the window. Then took off and tossing them near the explosive in the window. "Move onto the bed." he spoke the order.

"Her name is Phoebe, you have met her before. What I am about to tell you will shock you maybe, but you have a right to know since neither of us may survive this night. Firstly is something hits the door or window. Fire at it." he spoke as he started working up his buttons and grabbed the sword cane throwing the sheath in the trunk and finally snapping the locks in place as he threw it up on the bed too blowing out the candles. "She is Matthew's sister. She has white hair and a penchant for excessive violence.... She killed me fifty eight years ago, a month after framing me for the murder of my family. So, yes I need you to understand I have lied but there are reasons."