Empty. It was all Alison could feel right now. Maybe she could add terrified, upset, and completely sick to her stomach to that list; that seemed more accurate. She hadn't seem Emily in what felt like forever. The girls were missing and she was finally out of that shit-hole prison. She knew this was her time. She could finally save her mermaid and confess to her how she felt this entire time. She knew how she treated Emily. She knew how Emily looked at her, and cared for her, but most importantly she knew how much Emily loved her, and yet she still took advantage of her.

Alison stared blankly at her dark ceiling. "Where are you Em?" She asked herself aloud, wishing Emily could somehow telepathically answer. Alison watched as the hour hand on her clock slowly crept towards the 2. Her mind raced thinking of all the possibilities. Were they dead? Did A have them? If A did have them, what was A doing to them? She shook at the horrible pictures her mind created.

Suddenly, she jumped up, turned to her night table and switched on her light. Alison grabbed an empty notebook and a pen. This plan needed to be good. She would do anything to save her friends, especially her mermaid.