"KellyKellyKellyKellyKellyKel-lyyyyy I hafta pee but they won't let me and it's been a bajillion hours and I have to pee so bad, Kelly sobad Kellyyyyyy-"

"Carlos!" She jerked away from him. "Snap out if it!" Carlos whimpered and fell silent. Kelly wasn't in such a great state, tied up same as him. As soon as he'd seen her he'd scuttled over as best he could with his hands behind his back and started desperately telling her his predicament. Or yelling it at her. Was there really a difference? "Okay, look; I know things are a little confusing right now, but there's a reasonable- well, kind of- explanation for everything, and if you'll just calm down, I can-"

"But how can I calm down at a time like this? Dude, they won't let me pee!"

"Oh, and what am I supposed to do about it?"

"Y-" He stopped. "I have a headache, Kelly." Kelly sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Here, it's the middle of the night, right? Why don't you just get some sleep? We'll talk in the morning."

"But-"

"Carlos."

"Okay."

He glanced around at his surroundings. There was no bed. In fact, there was no furniture, period. There was cold, hard cobblestone floor with green moss in the edges. It wasn't pretty green, either. Carlos didn't know if he could get to sleep in a place like this.

Apparently he wasn't going to find out.

"You. C'mere, now." Carlos turned to see a big guy in a suit blocking the dim lantern's light, pointing to him. He squinted, trying to get a good look at the guy's features.

"Hey... I know you- aren't you-"

"No." Well, his voice was recognizable. He was definitely the driver from before. But that wasn't why his face was vaguely familiar to Carlos. Or maybe it wasn't. It was really hard to see down here. "Let's go." He unlocked the gate and opened it, reaching down and roughly pulling Carlos up by his upper arm with a painfully firm grip. Carlos was starting to think this was not going to be very fun.

"Could you maybe- stop hurting me?" he asked very politely if he did say so himself. The dude didn't answer, only tightened his hold. How rude. "Alright, well- Where are we going?" He closed the gate and locked it again, pulling Carlos along and leaving Kelly behind.

"Bathroom," he muttered.

"Seriously?"

"No, we're going to the pool to relax and read magazines. Yes, seriously!"

Carlos looked up at him, the guy continuing to stare straight ahead as they walked in silence, a nasty tough guy scowl on his face. "Dude. You're not a very happy guy, are you?"

"You be quiet."

Carlos was quiet.

Once he finally got into the bathroom, however, he ran into a problem.

"Uh," he called out, a little distressed. "Dude, how am I supposed to go if my hands are tied behind my back?"

"Figure something out," came the answer from the other side of the door. Carlos made a sound of indignation.

"What am I supposed to do, wet my pants?"

"Look, kid, I've been given strict orders to not untie you under any circumstances, including issues with the bathroom. You have two minutes in there before I take you back, so I suggest you hurry it up."

"But it's not possible," Carlos strained. "Seriously, help a dude out! They'll never know if you untie me for one second to pee."

"Can't do that, buddy."

Carlos groaned in frustration and distress. What was this guy's problem? What did he have against urination? It was a free country. He had a right to urinate. He could probably sue or something. Maybe.

Well, he didn't sue, but they did eventually figure something out, and to say the least, it wasn't pretty. But it got the job done, and that was all Carlos was concerned with.

I am soso sorry for the depressing lack of updates recently, I've been cought up in a lot and being depressed certainly does not help. I should be fine from now on, though, despite my summer school starting tomorrow. Driver's ed. Ew.

Anyway, I tried to make this chapter as long as I could, just for you, and as you can see, I failed, Epically. But that's okay, right? Right. Sorry if there are typos, I didn't really edit this.

Also I am so PSYCHED for the new episode. Friday can't come fast enough. Seriously. I'm gonna die. It'll be great though.