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Confliction, we can narrow that word down into many definitions. From physical, to land lust fed, to feelings.

But now we shall focus on feelings primarily, and when conflictions between feelings meet each other, we can call it a war with one's self. 

It's not easy to handle them, well it's actually a big hassle, this is the first time Silvia sees Anna look and sound so helpless, first time seeing this lady dripping a tear.

Of course they don't know each other long enough, but Anna always portrays a strong image and seeing her break down is truly damaging on the conscious.

After Samantha left, Anna just sat on the sofa and held her head with one hand, a migraine fairly developing the more she submerged into memories.

But what got her out of memories is the soul fact that his father is going to die soon, she can't comprehend that.

"Are you okay?" Silvia questions, sitting near her and laying out comfort with a light tap on the knee.

"No." Anna answers truthfully, seeing no reason to lie in this case, the situation is obvious. "I can't believe he will die."

Not sure how to comfort her in this case, Silvia decides to play the blaming game. "Maybe he won't, I mean doctors are full of baloney."

Understanding the grades of professionalism have, the doctors her father would go to, Anna contradicts. "I hope they are, but I don't think so."

Seeing that death has no solution, the young lady advises. "Then go to him, I don't know how your relation is with him but..."

"My relation with him is crap, worse than with my mother." Quick to answer but yet unusual.

Considering how things usually go, in such a case the mother would have a worst relation with the daughter because of family pride and stuff, but here it's the opposite.

Continuing the point, she cites. "Going there would be a bad idea, I don't think my father sent her here. He completely hates me."

"It's been 7 years, maybe he'll be sweet." Silvia encourages, trying to push the lady to go there. "You're his daughter after all."

"That doesn't matter to him." Digging further into memories, finding Silvia as a girl worth expressing trauma with, the lady describes. "Last time we saw each other, he slapped me for wanting to become a lawyer."

Having it hard not to cuss at an abuser right now, but still considering the situation, Silvia still insists on her main point. "But your mother came all the way here... I understand they can't accept you for who you are but at least they want you there."

To aid her point, the young lady adds. "My parents disowned me for something I have no control of."

Feeling a bit more convinced about it now, Anna stands up, wipes her tears and pitches. "It's best if you don't come, I don't think I can protect you there."

Giving the lady a little push, Silvia expresses. "No stress, just go there and try to respect your dad. I'm sure cancer is causing him more pain than deserved."

"You're right, thank you." The lawyer lady expresses, wiping a bit more tears and pulling Silvia into a hug.

...

Knock knock knock!

Silvia heard, and became tad concerned in a break of a second, quite actually developing a trauma towards a knock on the door now.

Rushing towards the door, she spots a familiar face and feels glad to see him instead of anyone else.

"Policeman, how can I help you?" The young lady questions, carrying half a smile on her face.

This is the same man who asked them questions in the police department, he's the interrogator.

"Greg Vayne, I'm a detective by the way." The man felt that urge to correct and did.

"Okay mister detective, how can I help you." Silvia gives a light tease, but hoping his visit here is for good.

But remaining kind, the beautiful man deciphers. "I came to ask a bit of questions, you know about the whole Ronny thing. So may I come in?"

"Uhhh... I think Ronny is proof that letting anyone in is a bad idea, Anna isn't here." Silvia adds, still a bit traumatized although giving a forced awkward laugh.

Trying to reason, Greg explains. "Eh well I'm here to bail both of you out of trouble, the situation is becoming bad. I need to explain some stuff to you and pass her down a message to Anna."

Understanding the importance, the little lady sighs and with hesitation answers. "Come in then."

Taking a seat on the sofa, with Silvia following the fairly attractive man, lays out. "Ronny isn't going down without a fight, the wounds on his neck look like someone stabbed him... they are unusual."

Steaming in anger under a couple of short seconds, the young lady keeps her anger in and projects her tone scarcely. "I bet he says that I stabbed him now... that guy almost raped me, now I'm sad that I didn't stab him."

"I understand that, but his wounds will still cause us trouble although it was self defence." Well that sounds ridiculous but the law is the law.

Adding the part heavier to comprehend, Greg explains. "Also someone big is trying to protect him and he got the whole department on our feet."

"He got a lawyer? That idiot literally came here to borrow money, how can he afford a lawyer?" And asking such a question, she gets a hunch that the journalist Hazel Gunter had something to do with it... but no she can't be that powerful.

As if here to warm them, the detective continues. "It's not the lawyer... but who paid the lawyer, I'm not allowed to give names but he really doesn't want Ronny to go in prison, tell Anna that so she takes extra precautions."

Trying to make something else clear, the handsome man adds. "It's not like I want to cause you trouble, but I'm trying to do my job."

Getting back to the first point, he questions. "Can you explain the weird bite marks on Ronny's neck? The situation is bad, he had it photographed."

"I can't really explain it, was all in the heat of the moment really. All I know is that I bit him before he ran away crying." Tad exaggerated but it feels good to banter about the enemy.

"Understandable, well I have nothing else to ask so I'll be going now." Standing up and making for the door, he feels pressured to repeat. "Make sure you give the message to Anna, she has to do her best against these bastards."

Appreciating the thought and getting a hunch about something else, she still thanks. "I'll let her know, thanks for coming all the way here officer detective." 

"It's just detective, but no problem." Answers the handsome man, as Silvia follows him behind.

But just now, the young lady witnesses something strange while going through the main corridor.

Hair... chunks of black hair are growing on the man's neck all of a sudden, overwhelming his dark blue shirt.

Not understanding how he's remaining calm under such unusual circumstances, Silvia's only thought is that he isn't acknowledging the hair.

So she points out and asks a question at the same time. "Are you a.... your hair, neck hair!"

Panicking, losing control of common emotion and built up charisma, the detective's form accelerates towards the different in just a matter of seconds and fully turns into a dog.

A beautiful German Shepherd actually, with his clothes remaining but thankfully not ripped. 

Speaking out somehow, the detective expresses. "I can explain."

"You don't need to." Silvia adds, and shares the grand secret.

With a bit more effort, she willingly turns into a dog as well, although different in species, golden labrador to be more exact. "You're safe here."