A/N: I apologize for such a short chapter, but here you go! Thank you for reading and liking... Uh... Yeah. Again, I don't know when this will end, but keep up with it please and you'll know. Blessings!

Upon waking up, Francis was greeted by three faces. One of which, was unfamiliar to him. He looked to Arthur first, searching for answers. But before the Brit could say anything, Alfred was holding out the Frenchman's cell phone, waving it quickly in his face.

Francis grabbed at the object, finding it difficult when Alfred wouldn't stop moving it. Eventually though, he was able to get it from the younger's hand, and slide it open with a finger. He found one text message that stood out to him.

I'm sure Alfred will forget to tell you to call me when you wake up, so please do that. I have something to say that you might want to hear.

Francis didn't hesitate to call. He was sure Arthur would mind, but this sounded important, and if it was, Francis wasn't going to be responsible for not getting the call done with. He stood there, waiting for an answer as the phone rang once... Twice... Three... Finally, someone picked up.

"Ah, Francis, it's about time. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did, zank you for asking... What is it you wanted to tell me?"
"I'm glad you want to get straight to the point... You have friends, right? Stupid question. You had two friends in particular that you hang out with, right?"

Francis didn't know where Allistor was going with this, but he decided it was probably for the best he went along with it. "Yeah... Zough one of zem... I haven't really talked to in a few years."

"Do you want to know why?"

That sentence caught Francis off guard. Did he want to know why one of his closest friends never picked up when called, or never returned calls he missed? Of course! Thinking about it... The last time Francis spoke to said man, he was talking about his fiance... He was so excited for the wedding... But the invitations never went out... Francis wasn't even sure what happened to the bride... Francis couldn't even remember a name... Did this have something to do with the case they were working on? Oh God, part of Francis wanted it not be so, but a part of him also prayed it was because... They would find him soon enough then... Right?

"What happened?" Francis managed to pull out of his thoughts to ask.

"I was talking to Matthew about what it was like there; who was there... He kept saying he was worried about one of his friends there, but he never really said anything else until now..."

Francis waited patiently for the man on the other end to continue.

"He talked about ten others being in the room, not including him, and the friend that found his way to us. I still don't know how he did it though... Anyway, Matthew said something about an Antonio being there... I had a feeling this was the same person, and Matthew confirmed it. I thought maybe Antonio being too old for what it was they did there, but apparently, it's not just what we were thinking... But I have a vague idea of where the place is, so as long as you keep Ivan busy, I can find your friend, and free these other people."

"I understand. Zank you for telling me. I will talk to you later."

click

Francis looked to everyone in the room. "We have to finish zis quickly. We need a better idea."

Naturally, all eyes went to the newcomer.

"Wellllll..." Kiku began.

"Matthew, do you think Toris will ever make it out of there?"

"Of course. Besides, if anyone deserves to get out, it's Toris, right?"

"Yeah... I suppose so.."

Matthew smiled. "Hey, it'll be alright. My family is all out working on this. Okay? Just have a little faith." But to be honest, Matthew didn't know anything that would happen himself. However, there was no way Matthew was going to let Raivis know that.

The smaller nodded. "Yeah... You're right. I'm sorry... Your family must be really amazing, huh?"

Matthew smiled, but also felt a pang of sorrow for the boy before him. Raivis and Toris both didn't know their family... There had to be something to make him feel better... So, against wiser judgement, Matthew suddenly blurted, "They're not my real family."

After drinking a little water, and clearing his throat a bit, Toris told the man before him what needed to happen.

"Antonio," he said, "I am weak, and younger than you... Do you have any words of wisdom that could help me escape?"

Antonio's green eyes sparkled. He was waiting for a moment like this one. "Yes... I know what to do, and I know how I can help... You and me, my friend, will get out of here, and find our family."

"We-well... I don't... I don't have anywhere to go..."

"Oh, no worries!" Antonio stated, still a little more enthusiastic than he should. "Mi casa, es tu casa. Si?"

"I... I guess..."

"Good! So we have no problems then!" Antonio smiled, and his contageous behaivor certainly passed itself to Toris as well.

"We should all escape together... The ten of us."

Antonio nodded. "Si, mi amigo."

The Five nearby also listened in. One in particular jumped at the chance and looked to the others. He looked like the one who was "in charge" of the group.

"You hear that? That means we're all getting out of here. Tonight, after many a year in this hellhole."

One near the back of the group merely nodded. The others also liked the sound of this idea. Getting out? Seeing their families again? Oh, yes. That sounded very nice indeed. Freedom from this seemingly inescapable place? Count them in!

The group of half the people in the room made there way over to where the other two had been speaking. Yes, they would greatly want to get away from that place, right now, as in today.

"We want in."

Antonio smiled at the five, ready to happily accept their help, but something stopped him for a moment... However, he still ended up with a smile on his face as he said, "Thank you! We'd be happy to have you with us!"

And so, the people on the interior of the bars, began devising a plan, making preperations, even as the others, free as could be, planned for their escape as well.