Brian mutters under his breath. This was fuckin’ ridiculous. How was it possible to lose them again? Frustrated, he lights his cigarette and leans against the wall of the building. The afternoon drizzle has turned into evening rain, and Brian curses to himself. Someone was going to have hell to pay for this. A taxi pulls up and Carl gets out. “Wow, a greeting at the door? What do I owe this surprise?” He asks sarcastically. “Well if you’d turn on your fuckin’ phone, Hovarth, you’d fuckin’ know why I’m standing in the goddamn rain waiting for your ass,” Brian retorts. Carl is silent for a moment. “Fuck, what happened?” *************************** Justin groaned. The rain was cold, he was cold, and he was getting hungry. Overall, he was becoming increasingly annoyed at the situation. “Molly?!” He calls out. ’Fuck, she’s probably back at the hotel eating dinner and staying warm. He stops suddenly when he sees a figure standing several meters away. “Molly?” It’s too dark and the rain is coming down to hard, but the figure turns towards him… yes, it’s Molly! “Oh thank you,” he says to no one in particular as he starts to run towards her, “Molly! Molly, what happened? Where did you go?! Are you okay?” As he nears her, he can tell she’s been crying. He continues to run to her, “Moll? What is it?” And then he sees it… it’s in her eyes… fear. He stops suddenly, knowing immediately. But it’s too late. She closes her eyes and he knows it’s too late. A sharp, searing pain hits him in the face, and he can’t even process where the pain begins and ends because it intensifies immediately through-out his entire body. Heat trickles through him and suddenly changes to extreme cold as he feels his body shifting… moving at a speed he has no control of… blinded by a painful light he opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out… and as quickly as the light appears, he is suddenly engulfed into darkness. ************************** “One of us needs to stay here at the hotel in case they come back or try to contact us,” Carl decides. “We’ll meet back in an hour and decide our next step.” “Calling the cops?” Brian asks, though he isn’t sure if he agrees with the idea, even if it was his own. Carl nods. “You go. Give me the key to Justin’s room. I’ll wait there for them in case they show up.” Nodding, Brian quickly hands him the key and hurries out the door through the heavy rain. It was getting dark too fast. They were running out of vital time.