I have never seen Joe Hardy cry before. I don't know what happened to him over these last few days, but he broke down with just the thought of his brother being dead. It made my stomach hurt, too, but I had to keep my hopes up. Why would they keep the in a facility like this and keep Joe alive for so long if they just intended on killing them?

I kneeled next to Joe, and put my arms around him. I made soothing noises and ran my fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him down. "Shhh, Joe. Frank is alright, we just have to find him. Okay?" He didn't respond for a while. After another few minutes of crying, he wiped his eyes and sniffled. He looked like a little boy with his red eyes and messy hair.

He turned to face me and his face was inches from mine. I could make out the small details in the pigmentation of his eyes; how the blue near the rim of his eye was darker than the rest, how there were little flecks of icy white colors making his eyes look like the first frost of the year. LIttle red veins took away from the clean look of his eyes and they had a glazed look over them, making the colors a little more washed out than I would think they actually were. "We can get out, right?"

I nodded, not wanting him to move away from me. I felt his breath on my face and it was almost comforting that he was this close to me. He gave me a cheeky grin, and even though I loved to see his smile, I knew it was fake. We both stood up, and he wasn't nearly as close to me as I would have hoped. To prevent suspicion, he walked up to the door and looked out the little window; checking for anyone nearby. "Safe." He said.

I turned the pencil to make the door open up wider so I could slip my fingers in the crack, and opened up the door. We both carefully and quietly left the room and closed the door. Almost like it was timed, Joe started to sway side to side, and looked more tired than before.

"What's wrong?" I whispered to him.

"I don't feel so good. I'm not used to standing very much." He said, and stumbled to one side. He caught himself by grabbing onto my shoulder and steadying himself. "Let's go." I nodded and took him by the forearm, leading him down the hallway and towards the elevator. "Wait," he stopped me from walking, "Frank might be in here."

"He might be." I said to him. "But we need to get out of here. Joe, you look like you're going to fall over any minute." I made him start walking again and once we got to the elevator, he had to lean against a wall to keep himself steady.

The doors opened and I felt relief; one of the boys is safe. But that peace of mind was interrupted by someone shouted, "Hey! Stop!" From down the hallway. I looked down the hallway, and saw Dean running towards us.

"Joe, get into the elevator." My voice left my lips faster than I thought the words while I shoved Joe into the elevator before me. I ran into it and pressed the up button as many times as it took until the doors started to shut.

"Nancy!" He shouted, getting closer to the elevator. My hands began shaking as he got closer and closer, but the doors shut before he could halt the process. Right away, it started moving upwards. Joe was leaning in a corner, and his eyelids were drooping. I shook his shoulder and helped him walk out of the elevator once it stopped.

We were slow down the concrete hallway, but we were safer than we were inside of the office-like hall. I had his arm over my shoulder and even though he was taller than me, it seemed that leaning down onto me was helping him walk better. But then I heard the elevator doors open again.

I held Joe's wrist tighter and I flexed the arm around his waist, preparing to run. I looked behind me, hoping it was just Dean. He wouldn't break my trust just yet, would he? But it was three guards. I broke out into a run, Joe stumbling and struggling to keep up with me. "Come on!" I encouraged, running even faster.

We made it to the door, and my already cold hands were fumbling to turn the handle. We broke out into the night air, and it was terribly, bitterly cold. "Come on, the snowmobiles are over here." I said. To try and get an advantage over the goons still in the corridor, I moved as quickly as I could into the trees and towards where we parked the snowmobiles, holding Joe to my side.

It was much harder to navigate in the woods during the night time, but it also helped us with our cover. Every once and a while, a pine tree's branch would drop some snow onto our backs and our heads, feeling like little pins stabbing into my skin.

Once we made it to the snowmobiles, I noticed Joe wasn't wearing a jacket; he just had a t shirt and jeans. He must be absolutely freezing. "Oh, Joe." I breathed. "Are you cold?" He weakly nodded in response. From behind us, I heard shouting and the sound of tree branches getting disturbed.

I got onto the snowmobile and let Joe sit behind me. I quickly took off my own jacket and handed it to him. "Put that on. I'm wearing long sleeves." I instantly felt much colder, but he was wearing less than I was and he was much weaker than I. I started up the snowmobile and that drew a lot of attention to our area.

I felt his arms grip around my waist, and that was the sign I needed to start moving. I started as fast as I could, hoping the goons didn't find the other two. The wind was chilling, the moon and stars out for the night. It lit up the darkness of the night ever so slightly, and allowed me to turn off my headlight and use the moon as my light.

The people behind us had found the other two snowmobiles, the sound of their motors growing closer. I also heard the sound of gunshots. I pressed on the gas, making it go as fast as it could go. The adrenaline made the cold less noticeable, seeing as I was being shot at from behind in the icy mountains of Colorado.

"Do you remember where your vacation house was?" I shouted over the motor and wind.

Joe placed his head on my shoulder. "We can't go back there, I don't think it'd be safe."

"Do you remember?"

He looked around, and hollered, "Left."

I took a very sharp turn left, and directly left was into thick forest. I wove in-between trees and over half exposed rocks. I made zig zag formations to throw everyone off, until I found a small bundle of vacation houses. None of the lights were on in any of them, and a lot had signs saying "For rent" in front of them.

I was happy to see that every outdoor snow shelter had one or two snowmobiles under them, so I pulled into one of the sheds and turned the snowmobile off. I helped Joe stand up and made sure he got to the side door of one of the houses for rent. I pulled out a bobbi pin from my pocket and started picking the lock. Just as I heard the door click, I saw Joe slump down in the snow next to me, unconscious.

I hadn't heard a gunshot, and I didn't see any blood. He simply collapsed. I opened the door and dragged him into the house, shutting the door once his feet were through the doorway. I dragged him through this small hallway and by the kitchen, and into the first bedroom I saw. Now for the hard part…

My body trembled as I tried to pick Joe up. The fact my joint felt half frozen didn't help my strength, and I managed to put him on the bed. I pulled the shoes off of his feet and pulled the covers down, then tucked him into the bed. I figure that he wouldn't be creeped out if I slept in the same bed as him, right? I'm freezing cold and I want to make sure he stays safe, so… I pulled my boots off and quickly fit myself under the blankets. I fell asleep almost instantly, my body against Joe's back.