6-year-old Jacob was hopping around on the couch downstairs, watching TV with his parents.
"Loud noises were heard in uptown Manhattan at approximately 3:00 this morning, waking up everyone in New York. A distraught teenaged female came to the police and gave them a wild story that they all say couldn't have happened.
"'A massive Smoke-Beast came from the sewers and killed my husband,' she claims. What do the police say? They don't believe it either."
"Jacob!" Jacob's mother exclaimed. "Stop hopping about! You're going to hurt yourself!"
Jacob was running across the back of the couch now.
"Jacob," his father muttered. "Will you go make us some coffee?"
Jacob leapt off the couch and sprinted into the kitchen at thirteen miles a hour.
Five minutes later, Jacob still hadn't come out.
"Should we go check on him?" Jacob's mother asked.
His father stood and walked over to the door, which was hanging off its top hinge. Light was flickering inside.
"Lynette! Get over here, now!"
Jacob's mother, Lynette, rushed over and broke down the door. The couple ran inand glanced around.
It looked like a hurricane had hit the room.
The light was broken and flickering.
Items were strewn everywhere.
The window was broken.
And Jacob was gone.
Lucas, Jacob's father, ran to the window and stuck his head out. His wife followed suit.
The coffee machine began overflowing and beeping loudly.