"Thomas, do you see Alexander?" George asked. "I can't find him anywhere. We need to get home if we want to help James with his paper." Thomas shook his head.

"No. Maybe you should try… you know… calling him?" Thomas suggested with a obnoxious smile. The obvious choice, why didn't I try that earlier? George thought. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled as loud as possible, "ALEXANDER!"

There was no response. There was too much noise in the mall, and Alex could be anywhere. Of course it was a bad idea.

"No, you idiot. I mean calling him! Like, with a phone," Thomas said. George sighed and pulled out his phone, dialed Alex's number, and waited. It was already late and he hadn't been to Starbucks in the last hour or two.

"Ay yo, this is Alexander Hamilton and I am currently out of the office. Please call again later, unless, of course, you're a member of the Schuyler family, which is, like, a lot of people. All messages will probably go straight to my voicemail, if it isn't full already. Thanks!" George hung up before the tone rang out. He knew Hamilton well enough to know that his voicemail is always full and that he didn't check his messages. He sent him a quick text and put his phone back onto his pocket. With a quick motion of his head, the two men began walking in a random direction in hopes to find Hamilton.

Thomas and George walked up and down the aisles across the entire store looking for Alex, but there was still no reply. They looked in his favourite places, like the arts and crafts section or the book aisle, but there was still no luck. After a half hour, George had an idea.

"SON, WHERE ARE YOU," he yelled. There was silence, until Thomas broke into hysterical laughter. George started blushing a bit, calling Alex 'son' was something he hadn't done in a while. It annoyed the heck out of Alex. It was a radical idea, George didn't expect it to work, but it was worth a shot. Knowing Hamilton, it was a valid option.

The air went dry in a supernatural way. Something felt different, and both men knew it. Thomas and George held their breaths. Well, George held his breath while Thomas struggled with breathing after laughing so hard. Thomas, after a moment of fidgeting with his pockets pulled his phone out and started to take video.

All of a sudden a faint screaming was heard. An angry scream, from a man, all the way on the other side of the mall. The sound got louder and louder as the seconds flew by.

"Do you hear that?" George asked a giggling Thomas. Thomas didn't respond, his stomach hurt too much from laughing.

Without warning, Alex burst through a nearby paper wall. Books fell out of his hands as he pointed at George and screamed,

"CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME, I DARE YOU." Thomas snorted. George looked at Hamilton with his serious expression. I can't believe that worked, George thought.

"We're going home Alexander," he said sternly.

"But I still hav-" Alex started, pointing at his dropped books, but George interrupted him.

"That's an order from your commander."

"But-"

"We're going home," George said finally. Grabbing Thomas and Alex by the arms, George pulled the two men out of the mall as if they were five years old. Hamilton pouted while Thomas smirked.

"Put your freaking phone away, Thomas. And delete the video too," Alex said.

"I think not. Angelica is going to love this!" The Secretary of State said proudly. How am I ever going to live this down, Alex thought to himself.