Clarke sat down on her couch after she had finished packing Kaleb's toys in the cardboard box. Clarke looked around her empty apartment then sighed, "Why am I craving Chinese food all of a sudden?" She wondered curiously.

Clarke stood up and stretched her arms out, feeling a little dizzy after she relaxed again. Clarke walked towards her refrigerator, she smiled at the piece of paper that Kaleb drew, "Compared to other six year olds… this is pretty good…" she looked at the corner of the paper, "Me and mommy."

Clarke frowned at the though of how it could've been; with her, Kaleb, and Lexa. The thought of Lexa makes Clarke depressed, no one would ever love her the way she did. Clarke had never stopped loving her, they're arguments, the sleepless nights, the day she died, when she went to her funeral. Not a single day went by that Clarke wouldn't think about her wife, she was scared to move on, but she knew she had to eventually.

Kaleb was spending the weekend with Abby while I finishing packing. Abby told her that she needed some time alone and actually get some work done. It just felt weird to her without Jamie being around, and trying to get her attention twenty-four seven.

Clarke looked around and grabbed the brochure on the refrigerator. Clarke walked back to her couch,"Yin Younge Lee... that's an..." she tried to find the right words, "interesting name for a restaurant."

Clarke grabbed her phone from from her pockets and dialed its ten digit number. She examined the brochure. Clarke found exactly what she was craving, "... Hello, I would like to place an order of your sweet and sour chicken... yes, and may I have some of your chicken fried rice... oh it comes with it? Okay, sure I'll have some egg rolls...uh, soy would be nice... okay, I'll pay in cash... oh great. Thanks, bye." Shs placed the phone back in her pocket and sunk further into the couch.

"What the hell am I going to do for thirty minutes?" She asked disappointingly.

Clarke smiled widely, she reached back into her pocket and retrieved her phone, she dialed her mother's house number.

"Hello," a high pitched voice said, Clarke smiled automatically knowing who it was.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you doing?" She asked, with pure love.

"Mommy! Me and Grandma are having so much fun!" He exclaimed happily.

Clarke chuckled, "And what exactly are you guys doing now?"

"We're making... Grandma? What are we making again?" She heard mumbling in the background.

"Okay, so yeah... we're making cannoli!" He announced, a little hungrily.

Clarke was now in the mood for cannoli, "Kaleb, honey... did you know that those are one of my favorite homemade desserts?"

"Really!? Mommy, you're pulling my balls!" He shouted.

Clarke nearly choked on my saliva, what the hell? "Uh..." she cleared my throat, "Kaleb, baby... Where did you hear that from?" I questioned worriedly, as her smile faded away.

"Oh, from when Grandma and Grandpa were auguring last night, and Grandpa told Grandma that. It was funny, mommy, you should've been here!" He replied. Why would they even argue around him?

Clarke sighed audibly. "Okay, um..." she tried to find something else to say, "Is Grandma available, honey?" She wondered calmly, trying not to scream and damage her vocal cord.

"Oh, she just went to the bathroom." The young boy responded.

"Okay, then I'll just call back later. I love you, and be good. I'll see you tomorrow," she declared joyfully.

"I love you too, mommy. Bye."

"Bye, sweetheart."

Clarke hung up the phone, and placed it beside her on the couch. She lifted herself off the couch as she lazily walked back into the kitchen towards the refrigerator. Clarke opened the bottom door and pulled out a cool bottle of beer, she removed the cap with her wall-mounted bottle opener. Clarke slowly drank it, forgetting its strong aftertaste of alcohol. She coughed clearing her throat.

Clarke's doorbell rang, "Well it's about time," she muttered as she made her way to open the door. There was a young Asian man on his bicycle, holding a paper bag. Clarke reached in my back pocket, and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, "keep the change," she told him generously.

He grinned at her, then bowed his head thankfully, he gave her the paper bag and put the money in his front pocket. She smiled gracefully and gently closed the door.

Clarke practically ran into her kitchen, she rested tue bag of food on the counter, "I should eat my food first... oh well! I'll get to that eventually," she cried out as she reached in the bottom of the bag and pulled out a fortune cookie.

She broke the cookie in half and went straight for the small paper in between the cookie, she read it out loud, "When the time comes, your limits will be pushed be pushed." Clarke furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, she flipped the paper around, and found the six lucky numbers. Clarke flipped it back around "That's it? No inspiring words? What a waste of my time," She crumbled up the small paper and threw it in the paper bag.

Clarke pulled out her chopsticks along with her food out if the bag, she walked over to the couch and sat down. Clarke started eating her food in silence, she wondered what the fortune cookie meant. She waved the thought off and continued eating before she started packing again.

...

Clarke woke up the next morning due to the sound of her next door neighbor's motorcycle, "Ugh! Does he know how early it is? people are sleeping right now," she huffed irritatingly. Clarke rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hands and pushed herself up so she's sitting on her couch, she then slowly rose off the couch.

Clarke reached in her front pocket to grab her cell phone, she unlocked her cell.

1:57 pm.

"Huh, well then. I guess people aren't really sleeping right now," she said to herself, feeling a little dumbfounded. Clarke did her daily stretches so she could loosen my muscles and feel good throughout her day.

It felt so empty to Clarke without Kaleb around, even if he was twelve minutes away. Clarke chuckled at the thought of how furious Abby would be if she stopped by, started walking towards the shower.

...

As Clarke was finishing putting on her clothes, the doorbell rang. Clarke walked out of her room to opened her front door, "The hell?" She muttered to myself, she looked around and saw no one. Clarke looked down at her doormat and saw a black envelope with her name written on it in white letters...

Clarke Griffin

She slowly picked the card up and closed her door, she sat back on the couch and slowly opened the envelope.

"Huh, I guess this isn't an actual card." She said curiously, Clarke started reading the note.

Let's play a game. A game that only a wise person could ever win. Your mother and son are being kept held in different places. We assume you want to find them, right? It's simple, just go to the exact places you lost your very first fight, and where you got proposed, before your wife died. We'll leave you to figure out who's where. You only have only have enough time to get to one destination. If you call the cops we'll know and we'll kill them right on the spot. A sacrifice must be made. Clock starts now. Let the games begin!

"Really? Scams are really taking things to the next level," she said.

Clarke reached in her pocket and took out her phone, she dialed Abby's house number. She held her phone to her ear as it rang, she became worried as it continued ringing, "Come on, mom. Pick up," she pleaded.

The other line answered, "Tick Tock, Clarke. Your time is running out." The phone hung up, causing Clarke's phone to back to its home screen.

"Dammit!" Clarke nearly shouted.

She got up and ran out of her apartment without worrying about locking it behind her. Clarke ran passed the elevator and down the stairs, "Why do I have to live 5 stories high?" she mumbled to herself.

Clarke quickly got in her Prius and started the engine. She called her older sister.

"Charlotte speaking," A voice announced.

"Charlotte, it's Clarke."

"Hey sis, what's up? Is everything okay?"

"No. Look, someone took Kaleb and mom, and kept them captive." She told her.

"What do you mean 'kept them captive'? Are you positive they got taken? If they did, then who do you think might want to harm them?" She questioned.

"Charlotte! Could you be an aunt and a daughter right now for once, please? I just told you that our mother and your nephew got kidnapped, by God knows who and your freakin' asking me questions that are basically irrelevant! Would you please help me?" She yelled at her as tears began to cascade down her cheeks.

"What the hell are you talking about, Clarke? I'm worried as much as you are," She argued.

"Oh really? Did you have to go into labor for almost 24 hours and push out an 9 and a half, healthy baby boy, and tell him that you will protect him with your soul? No. Then six years later, he got kidnapped by a sicko and all the stupid information I got, was..." Clarke became silent.

"Wait, what was the information?"

"Uh… he told me that if I wanted to find them, I would have to find the place I'd got proposed and where my very first fight was held in."

"That's it? Do you remember the location?"

"Uh... Lexa proposed to me on Timeless Street, and I'm pretty sure the fight was held on Bostonville Boulevard." Clarke replied.

"Now all you need to do, is go to the destinations. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Yes, I'm going to need you to go to Timeless Street, while I go to Bostonville Boulevard."

"Okay, be careful. Love you."

"Love you too, Char."

Clarke hung up the phone, then tossed it onto the passenger's seat. She looked at the current time, "Damn it," she mumbled.

Twelve minutes left.

…

Clarke parked the car, she got out and ran down the alley, "Where the hell is he?"

She looked at the gray apartment buildings that surrounded her "Kaleb... Kaleb!"

"This is so a scam," she turned around and started walking back to her car, she was stopped by the sound of clapping.

She turned back around to where the sound was coming from; a man, he looked so familiar to Clarke, but from where? The young, Asian man wore a black jumpsuit that read 'yin' written on his left sleeve in white, bold letters.

He grinned at Clarke ominously, "I had a feeling you would be here," he stated.

"It was you… you're the one who sent me that note! Where is he? Where the hell is my son? I swear, if you hurt him-" She walked furiously towards him.

"It's such a shame that you're really stupid... just plain stupid," he shook his head. She stopped walking, "What did you just call me?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Wow, I suppose you've become deaf. Or was I speaking in Pig Latin?"

Clarke gritted her teeth, "You..." She started as she sped walked faster. He quickly pulled out his black .45 pistol, Clarke flinched backwards and froze as a gasp escaped her lips.

"I, what?" He narrowed his eyes, she didn't respond.

The young man smirked, "That's what I thought. Oh I almost forgot… let's check the time," he pulled out a white pocket watch. He frowned, then a smile slowly appeared as he looked back at her.

"Well, I guess I'll play fair. Try to remember the very first fight you had lost, 'cause this wasn't the place. This was where your 4th fight was held, which you lost… not a surprise. And remember hard, but fast." Clarke stared blankly at him, trying to remember, but it was so long ago.

Clarke closed her eyes and thought if her childhood fights, she opened her eyes wide as she remembered where it actually was, "Langston Boulevard."

He sighed and lowered his gun, "Finally."

Clarke briskly shifted her back towards him and before she had the chance to run back to her car, she was stopped by the raucous sound of an explosion.

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut as she fell to her knees onto the cement with her hands covering her ears.

A small, red and white ball that was attached to a red string, flew in her direction.

Clarke slowly opened her eyes, and was fell backwards frighteningly at the sight of an eyeball in front of her. The eye looked as if it was pulled out of its socket. Its color was blue, Clarke knew only person in her family that had a blue eyes was, "Kaleb..."