"No way, I bet the son survives the movie," Hugh argues. "Remember, in the trailer? He had pocket knives in his dresser!"

Enoch laughs. "Oh, come on. Pocket knives are nothing compared to a chainsaw!" He insists. Fiona lays her head on Hugh's shoulder, and chuckles silently.

Hugh turns to me. "Who do you think think will survive, Horace?" He asks. I shift uncomfortably. I have no idea what to say. Horror movies aren't really my thing but I didn't want to make a fool of myself by staying home. "Uh… The little girl?" I say confusingly. They just look at me.

"Horace, she's a little girl," Millard laughs.

"No, uh… she can, uh… crawl under the killer's legs and get away... " I say. They seem to consider this possibility.

"I guess that could be possible," Enoch admits. Hugh, Millard, and Enoch turn back to each other and continue their conversation, ignoring me. Fiona stands next to Hugh, listening intently. I look over at Emma and Jake, who are holding hands and talking to each other.

"I won't be gone too long," Jake says. They press their foreheads together affectionately.

"I'll still miss you," Emma replies.

"You can still come! Just tell Horace or my mom to stay home and watch the little kids," Jake begs. That hurt. I've never been compared to a forty year old lady before.

Bronwyn is standing over next to the little ones telling them to behave and whatnot. "And don't grow a tree in the living room, like you did last time," Bronwyn tells Claire. "That took a very long time to chop down." Claire nods, shamefully.

Victor is sitting on the stairs, munching a bag of pretzels, upset that he can't come. We hear footsteps and turn to see Miss Peregrine, Mistress Portman, and Mister Portman walk into the room. Mistress Portman holds her purse and Mister Portman clutches the keys to their van. "You guys ready to go?" He asks all of us. We all nod our heads.

"Woo, I'm excited, this is the first hologram movie I will have ever seen," Miss Peregrine smiles, happily. Mistress Portman opens the front door and we begin walking outside to the car, my weighted shoes thumping against the concrete. It's dark outside, and mosquitoes are flying around the patio lights.

"Bye, I love you!" Jake calls out to Emma. She blows him a kiss and I roll my eyes. Couples.

"We'll be back when the clock strikes eleven," Miss Peregrine tells Emma. I turn to see Emma close the door behind us, overhearing the faint sound of the click of the lock.