~Pewdie's POV~
I watched as Stephano slammed his fist against the door, his head tilted slightly down in anger. I could feel the hate and disappointment practically radiating off of him. He let out low growls, then sighed, straightening. He turned around, looking at us.
"We need to go get her back." he said, his tone had changed. I frowned, glancing at the closed door.
"Do you really think we can get her back now?" I said, my Swedish accent slightly echoing. Stephano's eyes fell on me.
"We have to, Pewdie. She has no reason to be with Gonzales and the others. Who knows what they will do to her?" he replied, his hand clenched around the hilt of his sword.
"Shouldn't we rest up? Maybe search for some oil and laudanananum?" I asked, making a face on the last word.
"We have enough of that. We'll be fine." Stephano replied, turning back towards the door. He placed a hand on the doorknob, going to turn it.
"Stephano."
He stopped, glancing over his shoulder. Mister Chair was staring at him with a regretful expression. "We can't rescue her now, Stephano. They'll be expecting that. We have to wait, to create a plan. We can't rush head first into this without having some sort of backup idea." he said sadly. Stephano's hand clutched the knob as he looked back at the door.
"I know, we should have a plan and normally I would agree to what you're saying, but I can't just sit here, knowing they have her." he said, turning the doorknob. "I have to follow my instincts and right now they're telling me to go after Emika. You guys can create a plan and if we cross paths before we reach Emika, you can fill me in. But if not..."
"Stephano, don't." I said, on the verge of tears. He can't leave me. He just can't.
"I'm sorry, Pewdie. I have a feeling we'll meet again." he straightened, turning to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, looking sadly down at me. "But until then, I wish you good luck. Don't get hurt and remember to listen to Mister Chair and Piggeh. I know they'll take good care of you."
He backed away, opening the door. He looked at us for what might be the last time. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and I reached out for him, wanting to pull him away from the door. "Take care, Pewdie." He gave me a sad smile before disappearing through the door. I heard it click shut and my arm slowly dropped. I fell to my knees, staring at the door.
"Pewdie..." I heard Mister Chair say softly. I shashookke my head.
"I can't believe he left me." I said, my voice cracking. Some of my hair fell in my eyes.
"He'll be back-" Mister Chair started to say. I shook my head harder.
"No he won't! You heard what he said! He was being literal. He's not coming back." I growled. My best friend, after all this time, saying he wouldn't leave me. And he just goes and walks off.
"Pewdie. Let's go to a safe room. We need to think of a plan." Mister Chair grabbed one of my arms. Piggeh grabbed the other. I sighed, standing up and using them as crutches. We walked to a room and I sat on the bed, Stephano's words running through my head.
"Take care..."