Frank:

"FRANK!" I heard Gerard scream just after I'd left the room. I ran as fast as I could to get to him. What was going on? I turned the corner and ran straight into Gee.

"Wow, dude. You shouldn't be out of your bed!" I said to him and I ushered him back into his hospital room.

"No, no, no, you don't understand! It's Lindsey! She texted me and she's in trouble. I've gotta see her. Please. LINDSEY! I have to see her!" He shouted in my face.

What? Lindsey was in trouble? "What are you talking about? What's up?"

"I told you. She...she's in trouble and I have to save her. She texted me that she needed help. I can't leave her. I don't know what's going on but I have to see her, Frank. Please! Let me leave."

What the fuck? What was all this about? Lindsey was in trouble? Oh shit. No. Not Lindsey. Anyone, but not Lindsey! She'd gone through hell these past few days. What the fuck were we gonna do?

"Hey, slow down. We're gonna...uhh...work this out. I'll find a way, okay? Trust me, Gee. Please. Just tell me exactly what happened and I'll help as much as I can. Dude, I wanna find her as much as you. It's killing you that she's gone. I... we'll work something out. We'll find her."

Lindsey

There were only two things on my mind. The first thing was escaping. I was in a dark, cold place somewhere but I had no idea where I exactly was. I knew that I was in a van but I didn't know much. I had to escape. The second thing on my mind was my loved ones. Oh god, Bandit. Beautiful Bandit. I wanted to see her so bad. She was my life. My sweet daughter. I'd do anything for her. Without a doubt. I also thought of Gerard. I never should have left him. This was all my fucking fault. I began to cry. Did Gerard read my message? My kidnapper made me send it and then he snatched my phone away. I wanted to tell him so much more but I couldn't. Why me? Why did this fucking lunatic take ME as a hostage? Just my fucking luck! I had enough on my plate. I didn't deserve it. Well... did I? I mean, Frank and I did...

No! I didn't even want to think about it. It was a dumb mistake. I was caught off guard and it just happened. It made me cry even more. That's when I lost it. I screamed and shouted until my throat hurt. I may have made a mistake but did I really deserve this?

"HELP! LET ME GO! HELP! ANYONE! PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I knew it wouldn't help much -we were probably on the highway or something- but still. You never know, someone might have heard me shouting in the back. Then the van came to a sudden stop. I continued shouting, nevertheless. Then the door opened and my kidnapper grabbed me and threw me out of the van. I landed on the side with a thud. I tried to run away as quickly as possible but he had his hand around my ankle. I kicked and punched but I still couldn't get away. Eventually, I stopped trying. He had me. He grabbed me around my waist and put his hand over my mouth.

"We're here, Mrs Way." He said quite calmly. "Welcome to your new home." And he pointed to a farm in the middle of nowhere.