A/N: So, I know I should have updated a lot sooner, but I honestly forgot about writing this story. Now, here we go again! I must thank all of my reviewers, favoriters, and alerters. On with the story! Again, sorry for the long wait!

*Jackson*

I woke up. That is the best way I can describe it right now. I woke up and I was in a different place with unfamiliar people. We were inside a building and, once my eyes adjusted, I recognized the room I was in: I was in one of the rooms at the Hotel Tango. Realizing this, I tried to move, only to learn my hands were tied behind my back and I was lying on the dirty ground. The more I struggled, the more I came to accept the fact that I wasn't going to break the binds on my wrists and feet. The noise of footsteps came closer to me and, finally, I saw a pair of boots in front of my face. I looked up at the person and saw he was a man dressed in black. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice cracking from the lack of water. The man didn't answer, so I asked another question, "Why did you bring me back here?"

The man's face was expressionless, his eyes showing no emotion, "We're going to prove to you that your so-called friends don't care about you and we may even kill you in the process."

"Somebody will come for me." I stated.

The man shook his head, "Nobody will come for you. You are unwanted by the people you care about the most. You're all alone-"

"I don't believe you." I interrupted. "Now, why did you bring me back here of all places?"

The man began to walk away, but turned around to look at me. "This is where it all started." With that said, the man left and I was left alone to wonder if anybody was coming to get me off this island.

*Taylor*

"What do you mean we're going after him? The police won't help us until Jackson is missing for over twenty-four hours! Besides, how would we even get there?" I asked Nathan and Daley.

Nathan argued, "Does it matter how we're going to get there? He's our friend and we need to find him before he is killed! The only thing we have to do is get a flight to that island."

"From who?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" Nathan asked.

It took me a second to understand, "Oh no, I'm not letting the crazy pilot fly me anywhere else."

"Not even for Jackson?" Daley asked.

I was torn, I wanted to help but I didn't know how I could; besides, I normally got in the way. However, Jackson was kind of like a friend to me, so I felt like I owed it to him. "Fine, but I'm only doing this for Jackson."

Both Daley and Nathan nodded as a car pulled up at my house. Melissa jumped out of the drivers side and Eric practically fell out of the passenger seat. "Please tell me this is some sick joke." Melissa said, but we all just looked at her with serious expressions. Her face fell and her eyes watered, but she managed to regain her composure. "Okay, so what are we going to do?"

"We're going to get him back. The police are unwilling to help us, so we'll have to do it ourself." Daley stated.

Eric looked at her like she was crazy, "And we're going to get there how?"

"You'll find out soon, Eric, that is, if you're even coming." Nathan stated.

Eric sighed and thought for a moment, "Even though the creepy text is practically telling us it's a trap... Yeah, I'll go. So, we're going back..."

Everybody nodded in agreement, not really believing they would ever set foot on that island again. Melissa spoke up, "What's our first move?"

"We go talk to the pilot that took us to the island in the first place." Nathan stated and everybody got in their cars and left to start their journey. I followed the others in my car to where the crazy pilot lived and wondered if we were doing the right thing.

So... what do you think will happen next?

Will the pilot fly them back to the island or will he refuse?

What will happen to Jackson?

Who will survive this ordeal?