Ten o'clock that night I had started getting a little arrogant. I wasn't tired, had more energy than I needed, had the radio turned up.

Midnight was less exciting, but I was awake, I wasn't hungry for once, and everyone was safe.

Three o'clock was a bitch. The radio had been turned off around midnight so the others could sleep, and every minute my energy faded just a little more. The snores surrounding me sure weren't helping either. My head had started to droop a few inches when white headlights filled my vision. I swerved back onto my side of the road with a burst of panic and adrenaline running through my veins. Everyone else had startled awake by this time. I rubbed my eyes with my left hand and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Okay. Uhm, I think we're going to make a short little stop so the driver can rest a bit." The others fearfully nodded and settled back into sleep. I turned the car off, unclipped my seat belt and laid my chair back as I locked the doors. Greatfully, I finally closed my eyes and nodded off. I dreamt of Liam.

I was strolling through the forest somewhere in Alexandria. Light speckled the ground through the fresh, autumn leaves hanging loosely from their perches on branches. It was a calm day. Warm, with just a slight breeze. Liam would like it here. I thought in my dream. Branches snapped to my left. I whipped my head around to find a figure emerging from the trees, the sun casting rays of light through his blonde hair, illuminating his face. He looked . . . happy.

I didn't run toward him at first. Which was how I could tell it was a dream. I walked. Slowly. Hesitantly I brought my hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. He flashed a grin and caught my hand, bringing it to his mouth to place a kiss on my fingers.

"I was wonderin' when you'd find me, Gem." He said. I pulled my hand back from his and flung myself into his arms. He held onto me tightly, and I didn't let go. Softly he began to chuckle, but I just pulled him closer, his arms tightening around my waist. His chuckles gradually turned into bursts of laughter, until they became cackles. I loosened myself from his grip to find not Liam, but Cole laughing darkly at me.

I sprung awake to the sound of breaking glass. It came from the back doors. I turned around to find Cole popping his head into the car. There was blood all over his clothing, giving him a deranged, insane kind of look. I wanted to laugh, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was too frightened. I dove out of my seat toward him, but he just stepped back out of the van.

"Next time you shoot someone, Gem," I shivered at the nickname. "You better keep on moving." I punched his nose and he just stumbled back into his van. Confused, I turned back to the van once he'd driven off. Chubs came running out to me and dragged me back to the car. He sat me down in the middle seat, and slid into the driver's seat.

"Chubs, what are you doing?" He angrily twisted the key and put the car in Drive.

"LOOK AROUND YOU RUBY, HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU SEE?" Warily I glanced around the car. Everything looked fine to me, we were calm, we were safe, we were quiet.

We were quiet. . .

We . . . were quiet?

Oh God.

It was so silent in the van it was hard to miss. It was physically painful that there was no noise, because no noise was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. This silence spoke louder than anything else Chubs could have said to me.

Bad.

Sam was missing.