Finally this gets an update. I downloaded Google Earth hoping to get a better 3D look at Alcatraz Island... it was of no help.

Santa Barbara

"No. He got it from you." Henry reached across the table and his hand gently touched hers. Maddie's smile grew a little wider. Henry was about to speak when Juliet, Carlton and Vick barged in.

"We got a lead," Juliet was breathless.

"What?" Maddie asked jumping up. Henry's hand slowly went into his lap and he frowned.

"Apparently, a similar crime happened in Fresno a month ago." Carlton said laying a Manila folder on the table.

"Jeremy York was a Detective for the department up there. One month ago after attending a funeral, he was taken and hasn't been seen since." Juliet took deep breaths. As sad as figuring out that York was dead, she was buzzed. They were a little closer to finding Shawn… and Gus. Oh screw it; Shawn was all that mattered at the moment. "His sister got an email containing some clues to where he was." Juliet finished.

"You have the email?" Henry guessed.

"Yes." Juliet smiled. Carlton opened the file and took out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat before reading: "One can never take place of three historic men, said to land on Angel Island. As many have tried, they are they only. Be proud of York. He tried but failed to play the game." Carlton looked at Maddie and Henry.

"That means nothing to us." Maddie sighed.

"But it does." Juliet insisted looking at her. "Angel Island. In nineteen-sixty-two Frank Morris, John Anglin, and Clarence Anglin escaped from Alcatraz. They are said to be the only three to have even done it and lived." Juliet said.

Henry shook his head, "There was never any conclusive evidence that they lived through the bay, or even if they were on Angel Island." Henry reminded her.

"They found a paddle." Juliet argued.

"Which means nothing." Henry shrugged.

"Why are you doing this? This could be our chance to find Shawn and Gus. What the hell is wrong with you?" Juliet glared at Henry. Henry looked away from her and thought for a moment.

"How many hours later did York's sister receive this email?" he asked Carlton.

"About forty hours after he went missing. Why?" Carlton answered.

"Shawn and Gus have been missing for about thirty-eight hours." Henry said. Juliet finally realized what Henry was saying. Jeremy York had graduated top of his class in the academy, had his gun with him and hadn't survived. What chance did Shawn have?

"That means we have two hours until Shawn and Gus have made it past York's time. I've called San Francisco PD; they have troops heading to Angel Island as we speak." Vick reported. Henry picked a picture of Jeremy York up, and observed it. He was white, had short brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed nicely in his uniform and had a dazzling smile on his face. This man was dead. He was killed because of the same man that has Shawn.

Alcatraz

"Damn." I whistled. Hanging above me was a guy. He looked really familiar. Maybe I know him. He had brown hair that was almost completely gone. I could only tell his hair was brown because the ground was covered in it. The skin on his skull had started to dry, all you could see was the shape of the skull. His eye-sockets were bare and caved into his head. His skin had started to slip off his bones and also covered the ground. I moved back as a piece of tissue fell to the earth. "Gus?!" I called looking behind me. From outside I could hear retching sounds and sighed. I tilted by head and noticed something shiny clipped to his belt. I reached forward and gently took it off of him. It was a police badge.

"Gus! You need to get in here!" I yelled. After a few seconds, Gus came into the room.

"Wha- Shawn?" I rolled my eyes and showed him the badge.

"This guy was a cop." I said.

"That's good." Gus's eyes lit up a bit. "If he was a cop that means his department won't stop looking until they find him. Meaning they might find us!" Gus jerked back his arm in happiness.

"He looks as if he's been dead for a while." Gus stole a quick glance and his face turned a nastier shade of green then before. "Rain sent this." He dropped a rock before returning outside. I picked up the rock and read the scrawled handwriting. "You've seen my collection. If you fail to pass, you'll join Mr. York. Fuel will be needed to make the trip back. Head forward until you get into the room." I stepped over a cluster of maggots and rats. I walked forward as Rain instructed. In the hallway I noticed a red gas can, I scooped it up and continued towards a door. The doors paint was chiseled, and the door itself looked as if a single touch would send it flying.

I put my hand on it and pushed. Nothing. I tried turning the door knob and still accomplished nothing. I put the gas can on the ground and shoved my whole weight against the door. After a few pushes, and kicks, the door sprung open reveling a dark room. I left the can outside, and stepped in. I put my hand on the wall and felt for a switch. Finally feeling a lump, I flicked it and light filled the room.

The walls were covered in pictures, Newspaper clippings, papers from websites, a computer and a book was mantled on the wall. From Serial Dater to Serial Killer: How Murder Kept Me Skinny. Funny title. I took a closer look at one of the pictures on the wall and gasped. I was sitting on a park bench next to a girl. The girl had long blonde hair and was kissing me. Me. That guy was me. All of these pictures and items had something to do with me.

Santa Barbara

Juliet leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Vick had ordered both Juliet and Carlton to go home and get some sleep. Juliet had begun to drive home, but had somehow ended up at Shawn's place. After walking up a flight of stairs, finding a hidden key in a pineapple, Juliet had entered his apartment. She took off her shoes and walked down the hallway into his bedroom. Juliet turned on the light and sat down on his bed while looking around.

His room was no different from the last time she'd been in it. Clothes were piled neatly in a basket, his bedside table was littered with random objects and a trashcan was half full. Shawn's house was surprisingly clean and orderly. He had no problem messing up other people's things, but his own had to be a certain way. He claimed that after years of living with his Mothers and fathers OCD cleaning habits, they'd rubbed off on him.

She looked at the top of the bed and climbed up. She rested her head on his pillow and pulled the blankets over herself. Juliet inhaled his scent off the pillow and shuddered. God she really did miss him. Her vision turned black as she fell asleep.

Alcatraz

I walked over to the computer thinking I could possibly get an internet signal. I turned the monitor on and waited for it to heat up. After a few seconds, an image came onto the screen. Wait it wasn't an image, it was a video. I knew it was a video because a girl was lying on a bed and I could see her chest moving up and down. That girl was the same girl from the photos.

"Hey!" I yelled hoping she could her me. The girl did nothing but continue to sleep.

"Shawn?" Gus entered the room. "What the hell?" I tapped the screen. Gus walked over to me and pointed to the girl. "That's Juliet. What's she doing on the monitor?" he asked me.

"Juliet? Do I by any chance know her?"

"She's in your apartment so yeah. Hold on. Why is she in your apartment? Juliet!" He yelled.

"No luck man. She can't hear us."

Sorry to end it like this :) Enjoying yourselves yet my children? Oh, I might include Frank Morris as a person in this. Should I?