Prologue - Saturday Evening

"Hurry, we have to get back to the house!" Chloe urged the rest of the Bellas, "I'm really starting to get worried about Emily. She hasn't answered any of my texts."

"God, mama bear, would you calm down?" Stacie rolled her eyes, but still followed the redhead closely. "It's Legacy we're talking about. I'm sure she's fine."

"Unless she had Benji over while we were away….. Don't pretend you didn't see the way they were staring at each other last night during the riff off," Ashley chimed in, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth," Beca complained. "I don't even want to think about that. She wouldn't bring him to the house, would she?"

The rest of the Bellas exchanged incredulous looks.

"I'll kill him." Beca's jaw tightened and her pace doubled as she raced to the door of the Bella house.

"Becs, stop!" Chloe shouted after her best friend, trying to keep her from doing anything rash. Yes, they were both a little protective over Emily, but sometimes Beca went even more overboard.

"I'll visit you in prison!" Fat Amy called out to petite brunette, not particularly concerned about her potential to go to the extremes. Where there was chaos involving the Bellas, she was always the prime instigator.

Chloe finally caught up with Beca just as she reached the door of the house. She had no idea how Beca could move so quickly for someone with such short legs. She, on the other hand, was completely out of breath. Maybe Fat Amy was right, horizontal running was the way to go. The rest of the Bellas caught up to their co-captains, but no one seemed like they wanted to make the first move to open the door.

"I mean, she may not even be home, right?" Cynthia Rose offered hesitantly.

"Maybe she was kidnapped," Flo suggested, earning her seething looks from both Beca and Chloe.

"She was only a figment of your imagination this entire time. Just like me." Lilly whispered, although no one seemed to hear her.

"Enough, let's just go inside. Chlo, I'm sure there's a logical reason she didn't answer your texts," Beca put a hand over Chloe's supportively, then moved to grasp the doorknob. She twisted the doorknob and the door clicked open easily. "Does no one understand the concept of locks around here?"

The Bellas filed into the entry way of their house and shuffled around, taking off their coats and shoes. Everything seemed to be in order, until-

"Oh. my. god." Beca breathed, practically speechless.

The living room was completely ransacked.

The couches and end tables had been completely turned on their sides and pillows were strewn around the room. A trail of Capri Sun packages and snack cake wrappers extended all the way from the television to the kitchen. Small flecks of rainbow colored candy dusted the hardwood floor. Fat Amy crouched down low, swiping two fingers through the substance and bringing them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply.

"Ah, just as I thought. This is the hard stuff." She nodded seriously, in spite of the disbelieving looks from the other Bellas. "What? It's clearly rainbow jimmies. This stuff is hard to find in Australia."

The Bellas began to fan out around the living room, closely examining the state of their home. All of a sudden a loud crash followed by a scream rang out in the entry way. Chloe raced back to the main hallway, looking around frantically. Cynthia Rose and Stacie were not far behind. Chloe turned the corner, flanked by the rest of her friends, and saw a large sleeping bag crumpled at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh god, there's a body. There's a body in there and there's a murderer in the house. I just KNOW it. I'm going to die," Chloe rambled anxiously until Stacie elbowed her firmly in the ribs. "Thank you. I needed that."

"Finally," Fat Amy rubbed her hands together, loving the drama of it all. "Things are getting interesting around here."

"Who's there?" Chloe said harshly, "I swear to god I will call the police on you, you freak!"

The sleeping bag began to wriggle, as a pair of hands fumbled with the zipper outside. Slowly the top part of the fabric folded over, revealing a slightly dazed Emily Junk.

"Welcome home?" She smiled sheepishly, lifting her hands up awkwardly.

"Legacy, what the hell happened here?" Beca asked, crossing her arms.