We heard the sirens. We tried to get the kids who passed out into bedrooms. Luke was knocked out in the front hall, courtesy of Alex and a few of his friends. When the police came to the door, I felt detached from what was happening, like I was watching a movie about a girl who was stalked by a guy from her past. The police came in and questioned Ryan and me first. They asked me about Luke, and I told them everything that happened in the past year. I broke down and Ryan finished talking to them, showing them the text message and telling them details that I didn't.

"Alright, we can hold him for maybe a night or two, but we'll need more proof," the officer told Ryan as another handcuffed the now-awake Luke.

"Proof of what?" Ryan asked the officer, confused.

"Proof that he was stalking her."

"Didn't we just give you enough proof?"

The cop looked at me, then Ryan. "Listen," he started, "we can't really do anything until we know this for sure, alright?" He nodded and walked off.

Ryan looked angry. I started to get dizzy.

"Care?" his face changed from angry to scared. "Are you alright?"

My hand flew up to my pounding head and then everything went black.

I opened my eyes. I was in a bed somewhere, and as I looked around, I noticed that it was mine. My head was still throbbing. I turned over and saw Ryan sleeping soundly. I figured that if Ryan was with me, I was safe, and I gradually fell back asleep.

There was a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, smiling, thinking it was Ryan, but instead saw Luke.

"Aren't you supposed to be in jail?" I asked him, petrified.

He smirked. "I know a few cops." My eyes got big, and Luke pulled me in closer. "Baby, I'm glad we're together now. You're going to be mine forever." Luke's smile grew into something evil and not humanlike.

"No," I said. "I have Ryan. You can't hurt me when I have Ryan."

An insane laugh escaped from Luke's throat. "Sweetheart, you don't have Ryan."

"Where is he?" I asked, scared for my life.

"You don't remember?" Luke responded, his voice fading. I began to cry, and suddenly Luke wiped away my tears. "Caroline, don't cry. It'll be alright." But his voice wasn't his own; he sounded like Ryan.

"Caroline, wake up." Ryan's voice sounded urgent.

I came to and opened my eyes. "Ryan?"

It was pitch black, but I still saw Ryan's face. "Are you alright?" He was wiping the tears away from my eyes and my face. He looked scared.

"I just had a bad dream, that's all."

Ryan kissed my nose. "What was it?"

I took a deep breath. "Luke had me somewhere, and he said he did something to you and that he was going to keep me forever." I sniffled as Ryan kissed me softly on the forehead.

"It was just a dream, Care, don't worry. He's not going to hurt you anymore."

"How do you know that, Ryan?" My voice got louder. "How did he find me? How did he know I'd be at Brinkley's?"

"He's crazy, Caroline, you know that. I don't know how he found you." Then he whispered, "It doesn't make sense to me, either."

"I'm scared."

Then Ryan kissed me a third time, but this one was different. It was on my lips, and it was urgent and sad. "Me too," he said after he pulled away. Ryan wrapped his arms around me. I lied awake; I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards.