Peter work up in the hotel suite on a couch with everyone looking over him. He sat up slowly, not really remembering what had happened. His body ached all over and he noticed a bloody bandage on his head. "Man guys…what happened?"

"We all ran for it," said Davy. "Alice bashed you on the head with a piece of wood and Jeff beat the crap out of all of us."

"Oh, yeah, that…" said Peter. "Wait a minute…Cara…oh no guys…" He remembered Jeff dragging Cara off to the stairs.

"We're sorry Peter," said Mickey. "He got her."

"What? Guys, why did we go back then?" asked Peter, nearly losing it.

"We had to go back," said Abigail. "There were too many of us hurt, we couldn't risk it."

"Well, are we going back?" said Peter. "Come on guys, we have to go rescue her!"

"It's too risky right now," said Mike. "We're all hurt and it's dangerous over there! Trust me, she's gonna be okay, we'll save her."

"No, it's not okay!" said Peter, standing up. "How can you say that? How can you be so selfish? Cara's our friend dammit, and yeah, I'll say it, she's my girl! Hell, it may be my own fault she's caught! Cara's lost, scared and alone, captured by the same man we swore to protect her from, and I don't know about any of you, but I'm going after her, and I'm taking the car Mike!" He stormed out of the room and to the elevator.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" asked Bill, nursing Jane.

"If he wants to go he can go," said Mike. "He just better be careful.

Peter sped out into the lobby and was stopped by Rick and Charles. "Hey there Big Pete, where are you going in such a hurry?" said Rick.

"Oh, I'll tell you where," said Peter. "Your daughter is working for a rat-bastard who kidnapped Cara only to abuse and use her more again like he used to before she ran off to us, and I'm going to rescue her, that's where I'm going!"

"Wait, Alice?" asked Rick. "That just doesn't seem right…"

"Well I'll tell you it's damn right Mr. Backer!" said Peter. Rick, still looking confused, mosied off to his room.

"So he got her?" asked Charles.

"Yeah," said Peter. "And I don't care what happens, I'm gonna get her back."

"What about the other boys?" asked Charles.

"They're all too scared," said Peter. "I don't know why; Cara's our friend! Well sir, I best be off. I can't wait too long."

"Well good luck kid," said Charles as Peter walked out the door. "And be careful!" He would be careful, Peter thought as he climbed into the car and drove off. But not too careful—that's how nothing gets done.

The room was very small dark; there was only one little window overlooking the streets below, and Cara sat in the corner shaking in fear and anger. How could she be here again? She knew the others had tried their best—at least they managed to rescue Jane, and as far as she knew, nobody was killed. Peter…she saw him fall to the ground after Alice hit him…she hoped to God that he was okay. The door opened slowly and Jeff, barely fitting through it, squeezed his way into the prison room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" spat Cara.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Jeff. "Checking to see if you or your friends have any bright ideas to get you out of here! Not that they'll be coming, of course."

"Oh, you've got it all wrong," said Cara. "They'll be here, just wait and see, they'll come!"

"We'll see about that bitch," said Jeff. Cara spat at him and he lunged forward and slapped her across the face, leaving a huge red mark on her cheek. "Think before you act, slut."

"Go to hell you bastard," hissed Cara through her teeth, trying not to feel the stinging pain on her face.

"I plan to one day," said Jeff. "And I'll be taking you with me." With that, he walked out the door, slamming it, leaving Cara all alone in that cold, dark room. Oh Peter…where are you? She thought.

Peter sped through the streets and weaved through traffic as fast as he could. He wondered how much time he had left. What was Jeff doing to Cara right now? Uhg, he didn't want to think about it; it was horrible. Where was she? Was she still safe? His mind was frantic as his driving. Suddenly, like a slap in the face, Peter heard a siren wail behind him and saw flashing lights. "Oh God…why now?" he muttered. Feeling like giving that officer a good punch in the jaw, he slowed down and pulled over. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" he asked.

"Son, do you know how fast you were going?" asked the officer, filling out a ticket.

"Fast enough," said Peter. "Look officer, I really have to go, my girl's in trouble, and if I don't get to her soon, she may get killed, please!"

"Nice story kiddo, but we hear stuff like that all the time," said the officer, ripping the ticket off of the notepad and handing it to Peter.

"God, fifty dollars man?" said Peter. "I'm a musician, I can't afford this!"

"Well you should have thought about that before speeding," said the officer.

"Look officer, I told you why I was speeding, my girlfriend is being held prisoner by her jealous ex-boyfriend who's probably beating her right now!" said Peter. "Look, if you just follow me, I can show you—!"

"You look kid," said the officer. "I just do traffic violations, get a real cop, would ya? And stop making up stories!" The officer drove off, leaving Peter with a traffic ticket he couldn't pay and a temper a mile wide. How in the word was he supposed to get to Cara in time now? Grunting in frustration, he pulled back onto the road and tried to drive like a normal, civilized civilian.

Back at the hotel suite, Mike sat on the couch silently. "Hey Mike," said Mickey going over to him.

"Hey," said Mike flatly.

"Man Mike, are you still mad at Peter?" asked Mickey.

"It's not that," said Mike. "I can't believe Alice is in on all this."

"Look man, I always thought Alice was a little off," said Mickey. "Don't worry about it."

"Trying…it's just so weird," said Mike.

"Do you suppose Peter's okay over there?" asked Mickey.

"Peter will be fine," said Mike. "Let's face it, he's not the dumb little kid we all thought he was before all this. He can handle himself."

"Don't you think we should go over and help him?" asked Mickey.

"In time," said Mike. "We'll be there for him. But Cara's his girl."

"Yeah, you're right," said Mickey. "I just hope he's okay over there."

"He's okay," said Mike. "He has spirit."

"That he does," said Mickey. In the other room, Bill, although his leg was mauled up pretty bad, was tending to Jane's injuries.

"Bill, don't you think you should be looking at your leg?" asked Jane as Bill sponged the blood off her face.

"My leg's fine," said Bill. "Just a bite, it'll heal." He tried to snap Jane's nose back into place.

"Ow!" she screamed, but Bill had fixed it.

"It's gonna have a bump in it, but you should be fine," said Bill. "Come up with a battle story."

"Or I could just say I walked into a wall," said Jane. "They'd believe it anyway…I know not a lot of people like me. I think I'm working on it, but I don't know."

"Jane, I think you're a groovy kid," said Bill. "And I mean it."

"Really?" asked Jane, looking up at Bill.

"Sure," said Bill.

"Man, I'm worried about Cara," said Jane. "Maybe this is my fault, I don't know…I can't believe I was the one who almost did this to her."

"But you didn't," said Bill. "You stood up for yourself and her and switched sides. Pretty noble of you if you ask me."

"You're right," said Jane. "I guess we can only wish for her to be okay though. Peter really does love her."

"He won't let anything happen to her," said Bill. "Now hold still, I'm gonna look for cuts…"

Back in the old prison, Jeff and Alice were discussing. "Jeff…what are we gonna do if those guys come back?" Alice asked. "I mean…there are a lot of them. I don't know how we got past them."

"I have a solution," said Jeff. "You forget, I know people. "Guys, get in here!" In walked four burly, huge, and not to mention stupid-looking men. "I'm around, I have my ways," said Jeff again.

"Not bad," said Alice. "But now that we're figured all of this out…when do I get my money?"

"When those stupid boys are out of the picture," said Jeff. "Which should be soon enough anyway."

"Better be," muttered Alice. She was growing impatient.

"Guys, go through the building and try to block all the doors," said Jeff. The big men grunted and went off. "And be patient Alice. I don't like impatient people."

"Fine," said Alice. "It seems like it's almost over anyway." Jeff turned away and went upstairs to Cara. He opened the door and saw her lying there on the floor.

"What are you doing here again?" asked Cara.

"Alice is frustrating me," said Jeff. "But I can't hit her; she's on my side, working for me."

"Isn't that a little redundant?" asked Cara. "And what does that have to do with anything?"

"I just realized that I can take my anger out on someone else…" Jeff whispered. Cara knew what was coming. She cowered back and whimpered. Oh no…not this, not now…not again.

"Jeff, please!" Cara pleaded, but with one mighty swipe, Jeff's big meaty hand went down on her, knocking her back down to the floor with a loud "smack!" Cara screamed, and Jeff held her arms back behind her and bashed her up against the walls. He pinned her down and punched and kicked her until she bled. Her old bruises ached as new ones came. The pain was unbearable, and she began to feel dizzy. Jeff landed one punch right in the middle of her face and she felt her nose break; warm blood pooled and dripped down from her face. Tears mixed with sweat and blood as Jeff kicked her against the wall one last time.

"There, I feel better now, thanks bitch," said Jeff.

Cara could not speak; she was lightheaded with pain. She was crawling on all fours like an animal, trying not to give up completely. Jeff chuckled darkly as he left the room again. Cara huddled up in the corner, wiping the blood off of her face. She sobbed and looked out the small window…where were the guys? Where were The Monkees? Closed in her corner, Cara was beginning to lose all of the character and confidence that she worked so hard to gain.

Peter was speeding once again after he got away from that first officer. He was hoping and praying that he wouldn't get caught again because all he could (barely) afford was that fifty dollar ticket. He'd just have to be careful. He tried to remember which street Abigail turned onto the last time when they went to the old prison to get Jane. Oh, he hoped to God he remembered…then it hit him—he was going the right way after all. His heart pounded as he turned into the familiar gravel road in the sunset. Why did all of this have to happen? But it didn't matter—he wasn't going to whine or complain now.

He got out of the car and walked with wobbly legs over to the front door. He stared it down for a while, working up the courage to just do it already. "I'm coming for you Cara," said Peter as he burst in through the door. He got inside, and the door closed, leaving him in the dark. Oh no…he hated the dark…but he had to get passed it. Grinding his teeth, he made his way up the stairs.

They creaked as he stepped on each one—it wasn't like it was when everyone was there. It was lonely and dark. Downright scary actually. Peter looked around desperately for some kind of light, but there was nothing. There was a loud flapping noise, and a bat flew right over his head, sending a breeze through his hair. He jumped and froze up against the stair rail, his chest heaving. Damn bats…as he climbed to the top of the staircase on the second floor, he saw a large shadow hulking on the wall. Jeff? Was it? Peter took a deep breath and went forward.

It wasn't Jeff, but another guy, just as huge. He must have bodyguards, Peter thought as he tried to get past him. He looked even more brainless than Jeff himself! Of course, this guy wasn't earless or eyeless, so he saw Peter anyway. As soon as the man's beady eyes rested on Peter, he tensed up, hoping that maybe he had bad eyesight in the dark and that he wouldn't be able to see him, but that obviously wasn't the case.

"Hey, man, I'm cool, I'm cool," whispered Peter. "Just—just lemme get past."

"Jeff said no one can get in," said the man in a deep, booming voice. "And I do what Jeff says."

"But isn't Jeff mean to you?" asked Peter, desperate. "I mean—I'll be nice if you let me through!"

"I may be big, but I ain't stupid," said the man. He took a swing at Peter but missed, hitting the wall instead. He yelled and as Peter darted off, the man lumbered after him. He cornered Peter and growled, aiming a threatening fist at him. Peter grinned nervously and ducked the punch. He sprung back up and poked the big guy in the eyes. As he threw his weight around, temporarily blinded, Peter ran off up the next set of stairs. Boy was that close! He finally made it to the room that Jeff had Jane in—he knew that up the stairs in that room, Cara was somewhere, possibly badly hurt. Peter took a deep breath and barged into the room, ready to get beaten up again. Oddly enough, neither Jeff or Alice where in the room.

"Well, that makes it easy!" said Peter. He was expecting a fight, but as long as he could get Cara, that was alright with him! He shot up the stairs to Cara's prison. He came upon a little room with a small door. This must be it. Peter took yet another deep breath and opened the door.

Cara cringed when the door opened—what if it was Jeff again, coming back to hit her some more? But in the light, she saw Peter. "Peter!" Cara called as much as she could.

"Cara!" Peter called in a hushed voice. "Oh Cara, I'm so glad I found you!" He rushed forward and kissed her passionately, but gently. Peter saw Cara's face in the little light from the sunset that was pouring in through the window now; her eye was black, her nose was broken and bleeding, he clothes were torn, and he saw multiple new bruises all over her neck, arms, and probably other places. "Are you okay?"

"I've been better," said Cara. Peter carefully propped her up on his shoulder.

"Come on, I'm gonna get you out of here," said Peter.

"How did you get passed Jeff?" asked Cara. Peter started to move slowly through the door as not to hurt Cara.

"He wasn't there," said Peter. "Neither was Alice, but Jeff has cronies working for him downstairs, I ran into one of them."

"How did you get past him?" asked Cara as Peter helped her down the stairs.

"He wasn't that bright," said Peter. "I poked him in the eye and he was down."

"Oh Peter, I'm so glad you came," said Cara once they got downstairs. "I tell you, it's been a living hell!"

"Oh, has it now?" said a voice behind them. Cara and Peter turned around and saw looming over them, Jeff, with Alice close at his side.

"Wha—where did you come from?" Peter practically squeaked.

"I'm around," said Jeff. "Alice?" Alice slinked around and grabbed Peter from behind, locking his arms behind his back. He fought and fought, but she was strong.

"Jeff, let him go!" Cara yelled. "He didn't do anything!"

"He tried to help you," said Jeff. "He tried to bust you out! I don't know what you all think but nobody outsmarts me nobody!" His angry shouts echoed around the cave-like room.

"Well at least let me go so we can handle this man to man," said Peter. "That is, unless you're scared!"

"Peter, no!" begged Cara.

"Scared?" said Jeff. "Why would I be scared of you kid? You're just a wimp, a goof! Well if you want a fight, we can have a fight. Alice, let him go." Alice released her grip on Peter, who jerked her away from him that very second.

"You ready Jeff?" asked Peter.

"Always," said Jeff. He went to punch Peter, but he ducked. At least Peter was smaller than Jeff; it made it easier to get away. Peter attempted a few blows, but to no avail. Jeff landed a fist in Peter's stomach, making him double over and gasp for breath.

"Peter, it's useless, he'll kill you!" said Cara. "For pete's sake, stop!" Peter barely listened to her. He stood up with great effort and gave Jeff a punch in the face. Jeff gave him a burning, evil, furious look. He punched Peter in the stomach again, and while he was down kicked him again and again as Peter clutched at his stomach in pain, unable to breathe.

"Jeff!" screamed Cara. "Jeff, stop, I'm begging you, stop!"

"Shut up slut!" boomed Jeff. He slapped her across the face, making Peter furious. Cara screamed and fell to the ground with Peter, weakened from everything else. "Now we have some order here," said Jeff again. "Alice, help me take em up to the prison room"

"Got that," said Alice picking up Peter roughly. "Let's go." Cara and Peter were dragged off, weak and hurt and not fighting up the stairs again.

Back at the hotel room, Davy was growing restless. "Hey guys, it's been hours. Peter's been gone for so long, I'm starting to get worried," he said.

"Yeah, we should go help!" said Abigail, full of spirit as always.

"We should," said Mike.

"Then what are we waiting for?" asked Mickey. "Let's get on out of here!"

"Okay," said Mike. "Obviously Bill and Jane are going to need to stay."

"I wish I could come," said Jane. "But it's true, we're both hurt. It'd be silly to go at this point."

"Abigail, can you stay behind and make sure those two are okay?" asked Mike.

"But—" said Abigail.

"Look Abby," said Davy, kneeling down to her while she sat on the couch. "We all know how bad you want to kick your brother's ass, it's natural. But we need you to stay and make sure that Bill and Jane are alright; they're both badly hurt."

"Okay," said Abigail. "I understand."

Davy gave her a kiss and said, "Don't worry about us, we know you all would love to help, but I do believe that this is a job for The Monkees!" The three Monkees walked out the door and went on their way to rescue yet another person (two people, rather) in distress.