"What do you mean she's not there?" yelled Dr. Murdoch.

"I mean, she's not there! Not in the coffin! Gone!" Marty yelled back.

The phone rang.

Dr. Murdoch looked at Marty as he picked it up.

He stared at his desk without uttering a word. A gasp escaped his lips and his eyes lost their shine.

"Thank you. I'll be right down."

He hung up.

"Was it about Merrill?" asked Essie.

"No, it was the coroner. Apparently, three of my students are dead. Sherry Woods, Nick McAllister and Mimi Sperling. Nick decided to drive home drunk. A truck hit them. I have to get down to the morgue to identify the bodies. I am leaving you to find Merrill before sunrise." And with that, he got up and left.

"Sherry's dead?" said Drew. "No, that is impossible. Sherry cannot be dead!" He traveled to the scene of the accident. A car rammed by a truck into a tree trunk. Broken glass, blood, and body bags. Drew's mouth began to water at the smell of the red liquid splattered on the ground. "She's really gone."

"Wait a fucking minute here," said Marty. "If his beloved Sherry is dead, then why isn't he covered with bruises?"

"Marty has a point," agreed Essie.

"What does that mean?" snapped Drew.

"If Sherry is dead, then you should be dead too. When a vampire finds their One, they live and die together."

"That means Sherry is not your One."

Drew refused to believe it. "Don't you dare say that! She is my One and will always be!"

"Then why are you still standing here?" said Marty.

"You guys, we only have about three hours before the sun rises or Merrill is toast," informed Karl, looking for his watch. "I have no idea what you guys are going to do, but I'm going out there to look for her." And with that, he jumped out of an open window and landed on his feet. He ran toward the woods.