Hey everyone! Just a disclaimer, I do not own Pretty Little Liars or any of the characters! I was just thinking that since PLL is over and since most of what happened in the dollhouse is still a mystery, and we didn't get much of the couples during the aftermath, that I would write a fanfiction about it. Spoby centric, but with Emison, Ezria, and Haleb. This fanfiction will be called:

No EscApe.

Now into the story…

Spencer's P.O.V.

It had been two hours since Ali was found guilty for murdering Mona. Two hours since we had been arrested for a crime we didn't commit. We were currently sitting in the back of a police van, being transported to a prison facility just outside of Philly. I looked around.

"I thought I couldn't feel worse after -A killed Mona but getting arrested for murder just brings LOW to a whole new level." Hanna mutters. I sigh. "Technically they think we're accessories, not killers." I say. Aria gives me a look. "Spence, and accessory is a necklace of a handbag, not a chain gang." We fall silent.

We don't usually snap at each other like this, but the events of the past few hours have taken a toll on all of us, me included. I wonder what thoughts are going through the others heads as I look around. Me? All I can think about is Toby. How long until I can see him again? What if he isn't allowed to visit? What if A does something to him whilst I can't protect him? No. I quickly cut off that thought. A can keep me rotting in Jail for the rest of my life, but I will not let him hurt Toby.

"What's it like, Han?" Em asks. Hanna sighs. "Do you want me to sugarcoat it or do you want me to tell you the truth?" Emily thinks for a second. "Well, If I'm gonna get through it-" "The second they slam that door shut you feel ashamed," She interrupts. "You can't be ready for how it feels, Em." It's hard not to give up on hope." She finishes. "Hope is a dirty four letter word." I say.

Suddenly, the van jolts, and we all look at each other. "I think we just had an accident." Em says. "Yeah, I did, in my pants!" groans Aria. I give her a look. Then I hear a noise at the other end of the door. "Oh my god, get back!" I shout. We all hurry to the back of the truck, quite a feat considering the chains that surround us.

The door opens to reveal a figure in a black hoodie, pointing a gas gun at us. We gasp, and he raises the weapon. We duck, and are instantly consumed in some kind of white gas. I try to scream but the gas chokes me, pushing me down. The last thing I remember I a pair of black boots walking towards us.

Toby's POV:

"We think that the transport officers were neutralised with an injection of flunitrazepam." I say in a shaky voice. "The date rape drug?" Mr. Hastings asks. I nod. "Look, we can't tell anyone about this. We don't want a civilian mob out there being told to shoot first and ask questions later." I explain. Ms. Hastings loos troubled. She takes a breath. "But if they think our daughters are fugitives, isn't that exactly what Tanner is telling the police to do?"

Xxx

I arrive at the apartment to find it completely transformed. The sofas have been pushed to a corner of the room, and the coffee table is hidden behind the chairs that have been shoved to the other side. The dining room table, along with three chairs, now dominates the space, and Caleb and Ezra are already working. Ezra is going through the few files we have on -A, marking things that may be important, and Caleb is working with a handful of files sorted by Ezra already, hacking into the websites Ezra has marked to try and dig up some information.

"Quick work." I say, walking in. Nobody smiles. I see a few files waiting for me on the table, and open the top one. A map of all the roast in this part of Pennsylvania. I find the prison facility, and circle it. I grab a highlighter and start adding possible routes from the PD. When I'm done, I notice a tiny spot, one for each of the speed cameras on a road. How on earth did Caleb and Ezra get a rosewood PD street map? I don't waste time thinking about it. I notice an intersection where almost half of the paths cross, and, sure enough, there are a few speed cameras around.

"Hey, can you get the footage from the speed cameras here?" I ask. He takes the file, and in a few minutes, he announces, "I'm backing up that footage now."

We all crowd around his computer. A video comes up of the overpass, and I hear Ezra mutter, "One frame of -A, that's all we need." But just as we're about to see the van, another video covers it. Some kind of cartoon. It's the kind of thing that has –A written all over it. "-A's mocking us with a cartoon." Ezra huffs.

I let out a quiet scream of rage, Caleb starts furiously typing in codes, to no avail, Ezra starts hitting the door repeatedly. His hand starts to bleed. "Let me get you some ice for that." I offer. He gives me a look. "I don't need ice, I need to find Aria, and we have nothing. Nothing!"

Aria's POV

I look at the photo frame in my hands. Instead of a picture on mom, dad, and mike, there is a one of mannequins, staring facelessly out of the frame where my family should be. I spot me bookshelf, and notice that all of the books look unfamiliar and out on place. I run over, and start to take them out for re-organisation. But they aren't books at all. Just cardboard replicas. I check all the other 'books' to find them in a similar state. Then I realise. This is not my bedroom.

Hanna's POV

I wake up in my bedroom. But it looks slightly different. The bed covers are a slightly different pattern. The curtains are too short, and have ugly trimming. The light cover is the wrong colour. Has my mom made some chances I didn't know about? I try to open the door to go ask her, but it's locked. "Mom?" I call. Then I remember everything. I run to the pink phone by my bed, and try to dial, but realise that it's a fake. I throw it onto my bed, and that's when I notice a camera.

Emily's POV

I stare at the camera and back at the bed. What is going on? I walk towards the camera. There is a red flashing light, which indicates that it's rolling. What? Since when did my parents install surveillance in my house? I run to the window to scream for help, but it won't open. I look closer. There is something weird about the colour of the glass. Has my mom had it tinted? I try to open it again but it won't move.

Spencer's POV

I look at the window. The glass is black, indicating that it's night time. No street lights? That's weird. I need to get out of here. This is a house, right? I just need something to break the glass with. I search the room, and see the chair that toby made me. Then I see a product code, confirming that it's a fake. I smash it into the window, and then prepare to jump. But then I see a stone wall blocking me. Great. We're underground. I whip around at a voice.

General POV

"Welcome! Gutan Tag! Buenos Dias! Please exit your rooms and follow the lighted passage-way."

The doors open. Everyone runs out to meet each other. "Guys, I tried to smash my chair into the window to get out, but I think we're underground." Spencer says. "These clearly aren't our rooms." Hanna mutters.

"Please follow the lighted passage-way."

Nobody moves.

"Please follow the lighted passage-way!"

We still don't respond.

"Please follow the-"

"We heard you the first time!" Hanna shouts.

We start to follow the hallway, which is full of flashing lights. As we walk, we hear piano music. We look at each other. The lights stop at a door. We take a deep breath before entering.

The room looks exactly like Ali's room at home. But that's not what has our attention. In the centre of the room, a blonde girl in an Ali mask sits, playing the piano. She stops, and looks up at us. She is wearing the exact same clothes Ali wore the night she disappeared. She takes off the mask, and we all gasp. Because the person behind that mask is not Ali.

It's Mona.