Fox's thoughts seemed to wander as he drove home. So much had happened in the past 48 hours and his mind just wasn't able to grasp at it all. Sleeping with Gwen, not just once, but twice, boggled his mind. Half of him knew why he did what he had done, but the other half was clueless. Revenge was mainly his reason. Since Ethan became the Crane heir again Fox vowed that he would get some sort of revenge on his brother, sleeping with Gwen was his revenge. The revenge that he had dreamed of for months, the revenge that burned through his veins was finally achieved when he slept with Gwen. Fox knew that this wasn't the revenge he always had in mind. Watching Ethan fail was what he wanted to see, but now because of his actions he would have to see his brother suffer the pain of losing his wife.
'Why didn't I control myself? Why did I let this happen twice?' he asked himself as he became deeper consumed in his thoughts.
That part Fox didn't understand. Making love to Gwen was new and felt so different to him, but he could not describe it as magical, just as he always described making love to Theresa was. Gwen was nothing special though. She lacked highly in beauty compared to Theresa and in many other areas of interest to him. So when he thought about it carefully he saw nothing about Gwen that captivated his interests as Theresa had always done.
Turning the corner that would lead him straight to his home, he could see bright blue lights flashing in the distance. He instantly snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on seeing where they were coming from. But as Fox approached his home closer he saw a few of Harmony's police standing, blocking traffic from entering and exiting the street. Fox parked his car along the curb and immediately ran by the police officers who were blocking other citizens from entering. That could not do that to Fox though because he was a Crane and Cranes were allowed wherever they pleased to go.
Looking desperately through the crowd of officers, trying to see who it was they were arresting, Fox saw Luis standing by Sam arguing with him. Fox knew then that Theresa was being taken in for Gwen's murder.
"Theresa!" Fox called out to her as she was being led in cuffs.
"Fox!" She called out, although she could not see him. Five officers were surrounding her as though she had committed the worst crime in history.
"Let her go!" Fox said as he began to push the officers to the side.
"You can't do that, Fox," Sam said interfering.
"What's going on?"
"Theresa is under the arrest for Gwen."
"What!? That's impossible! Theresa may have hated Gwen, but she would have never killed her. Luis," he said turning to him, "you have to do something."
"I am, I have already contacted a lawyer for her."
Fox nodded his head and turned his attention back to Theresa who had been placed in the backseat of the squad car. Pounding on the window Theresa cried, "Help me, Fox! Please help me!"
"I will, baby. I promise I will," Fox said as he watched Theresa being taken away.
Anxiously Fox paced the floors outside of Theresa's jail cell. Theresa was not there, she was still being questioned, but Fox was told that he could wait for her. Lifting his head after hearing the sound of chains, Fox saw Theresa walking in chains like a criminal. Fox ran to her, wanting to wrap his arms around her, but he was pushed back.
"No physical contact," the guard told them.
Theresa walked slowly into her cell with her head lowered in shame. She couldn't bare to look Fox in the face like that. Fox rushed to her cell and wrapped his fingers tightly around the cold metal bars. Looking at her he couldn't help, but feel that this was all his fault.
'If only I had stayed away from Gwen.'
"Can we have some privacy?" Fox asked glancing towards the guard.
"I'm under special orders not to let Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald out of my sight."
"Do you think I give a damn about your orders!" He said becoming very frustrated. "I'm Fox Crane! Julian Crane's son and Alistair Crane's grandson. You'll do what I say or I'll have your job and the very uniform you're wearing." Not saying a thing, the guard left them in peace. He knew better than to mess around with one of the Cranes.
"You didn't have to do that," Theresa said through her tears. Her voice was cracking with every tear she cried, every tear that should have not been cried.
"Theresa look at me. Come on look at me," he said reaching through the bars and lifting her chin up. Their eyes instantly locked, he could see her shame, and she could see his pain. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'm going to get you out of her tonight, no matter if I have to kill or break you out."
Theresa tried to smile, but couldn't. She felt like she was being a burden to him. "No," she said softly.
"What? Theresa, what did you just say?"
"I said no, Fox. I'm not leaving here until my trial."
"Be honest with me. Theresa, did you kill Gwen?"
Silently she stood there with her head lowered, not moving an inch. Thinking about all the different responses she could give him. She didn't have to tell him the truth, she wasn't even sure if he would believe it. Slowly bringing her eyes to his she said, "No, Fox. I honestly didn't kill Gwen. I have no reason to. Why? Do you think that I killed her?"
"No, I don't."
"Then why did you ask? Is there some reason why I should have?"
Fox could feel her burning eyes staring at him. Wanting to drop the whole subject, Fox drew a sigh of relief as the guard came back in, signaling for him. Fox knew he had escaped it for now, but he knew it would come back yet again and this time bite him in the ass.
"Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald's bail has been set for two million dollars, Sir."
Not surprised at how much it was set for, Fox thanked him and went back to Theresa. Fox told her that he would be back within an hour, that he needed to take care of her bail. Theresa pleaded with him not too, saying that it was a waste of money.
"Nothing is wasted when it's for you." Placing his head up against the bars and looking down into her beautiful brown eyes he said, "I can't bare to see you this way. You belong with me, in my arms, not here. I won't stand by and watch you allow something you don't deserve happen. No," he said making up his mind once and for all, "this stops now."
Fox sat waiting patiently outside his grandfather's door. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He, Nicholas Foxworth Crane, would have to sink so low as to beg his Alistair for money. Worst of all, Fox wasn't sure Alistair would even help him. Alistair had always harbored hate towards each and every one of the Lopez-Fitzgerald's, and he just loved to mess with Theresa and Luis most of all. It seemed highly unlikely that he would bother to even consider giving Fox money for her bail.
"You can go in now," Fox was told by Alistair's secretary.
The world seemed to stand still as he slowly approached the door that separated him from his grandfather. Reaching the door knob, Fox turned it, and gently pushed forward.
'There's no turning back now,' he thought.
"Fox," Alistair said in a surprising good spirit. "To what do I owe this pleasant visit?"
After exhausting himself, Fox collapsed into the brown leather chair that sat before Alistair's desk. Taking a deep breath to take time to consider how he would handle this conversation, Fox cracked his knuckles as to show Alistair that he was here on business and meant for some kind of deal.
"Well?" Alistair said as he waited patiently. "What have you to say?"
"I've made a deal with you, now it's your turn to make one with me."
Sitting as though Fox's words had no affect on him whatsoever Alistair replied, "I suppose this has to do with Theresa is jail for Gwen's murder, correct?"
"How did you know?" He asked a little surprised. No official announcement had been made to the media pointing Theresa as the crime suspect.
"Fox, you silly boy. You should know by now that I keep a close eye on everyone in this family or anyone that has any relations with this family. Do you honestly think I'd be so stupid not to? I've worked all my life building up this empire, Fox. I'm not about to allow just anyone to take it from me as long as I'm living." Pausing for a minute to recollect his thoughts as to where he was before his mind began to wander he said, "Just what kind of deal do you have in mind?"
"I'm helping you, so now you help me by bailing out Theresa right now."
"And what do I get in return?"
"What do you mean?" Fox said a little frustrated. "You already have me doing your dirty work, what else can you possibly want from me?"
"Listen to my only offer carefully, Fox. I'll bail Theresa out, but you have to leave tonight, not next week."
'That's impossible! I can't leave everyone so suddenly. They'll become suspicious."
"Just like Theresa has?" He smiled as he remembered that he had the best hand at that moment. Fox was barely hanging on and until he had the best hand, Alistair would be in control. "So what will it be, Fox? Does Theresa stay in there or do you set her free?"
"You bastard!" He said in disgust. "How can you live with yourself everyday knowing what kind of a horrible monster you really are?"
"It's quite easy actually. Tell me though, how is it living each and every day lying to the woman who you are about to be married to in only a short time?" Fox sat staring at Alistair, that's all he could do. He wanted Theresa out now. Touching Alistair would diminish any chances of that happening. "What will it be, Fox? I don't have all day you know."
"I'll do it," he mumbled.
"What's that?" He smiled, knowing exactly what Fox had said.
"I'll do it."
"You're free to leave," the guard told Theresa as he unlocked her chains.
Theresa didn't know how Fox did it, but she was happy that he did. She didn't want to be kept from him. She loved him with all her heart and being away from him broke her heart. Running into his arms the moment he walked in she said, "I love you so much!"
Fox brought Theresa home and made dinner just for her. He brought it up to her so that she could rest a little. He knew she was tired from this whole ordeal and he figured it was the least he could do. After she had finished, Theresa sat silently for a moment until she spoke. "Oh Fox," She said a little afraid, "I don't ever want to be away from you again."
"Shh," he said placing his index finger upon her lips. "I'll never leave you. I'll always be with you, not matter what." Slowly capturing her lips, Fox began to stroke her mouth to ecstasy. Little moans from Theresa led him to believe that she hungered for his more. Emerging in gasps as they pulled away, Theresa fought all that was in her from ripping his cloths off and making love to him right there. Theresa desperately needed him, she wanted him in every sense.
Quickly disregarding their clothes, his body rose on top of hers as he slid his fingers inside of her, driving her even more crazy for him. "Oh Fox!" She moaned as she arched her body into his. Thrusting his manhood into the damp petals of her womanhood slowly, Theresa dug her nails into his toned back. Begging him for more, Fox obliged and quickened his pace. She met each of his thrusts. With one final thrust, Fox released himself into Theresa.
They laid in bed with their fingers intertwined thinking about their future. Their wedding was only two months away. It seemed forever and Theresa knew that so much could happened between now and then. Fox could sense that something was wrong with her as began to softly cry.
"Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something to hurt you?"
"No," she continued to cry. "You've done nothing. You've been wonderful to me."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm just so afraid about the future. I mean, look I'm going to be put on trial for Gwen's murder and our wedding is only two months away. Fox, so much can happen between now and then. I'm just scared that something will."
Wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair softly, Fox sat and listened to all she had to say. Inside Fox was secretly feeling the same way, but he could never tell Theresa that. Not now when everything was so messed up and confused. He had to remain strong for her. He watched as she peacefully drifted off to sleep. Watching her, he tried to think of a way to tell her that he was leaving. He knew that she would hate him for this, but what other choice did he have.
Fox managed to get up without waking her up. As quiet as he could, he began to pack a few things, not knowing how long he would be gone. As Fox reached for a picture of Theresa and him, one that had been taken not too long ago, it fell to the floor breaking and causing Theresa to wake up. Not knowing what Fox was doing she began to worry.
"Fox, what are you doing?"
"Go back to sleep, baby."
"No," she said getting up. "What's going on? Where are you going?"
"I didn't want to tell you like this, but..."
"But what?"
"I have to go away on business for a little bit."
"Not now! Fox, I need you. I just got through telling you how I need you and now you're telling me that your job is more important than me?"
"It's not like that," he said moving towards her and taking her hands. "You are number one to me in every thing. Nothing is more important than you."
"Then why are you leaving me?"
"Theresa, I have to do this. You don't understand."
"Then make me understand!" She begged.
"I'm sorry, Theresa, but I can't. Not just now." As Fox loaded his things into the trunk of his car, he could hear Theresa crying softly, watching him disappear just when she needed him the most. "Please, don't cry. I promise on my life, I'll be back."
"Please be careful," she said as she hugged him. Embracing one last kiss, Fox got into his car and drove away. "I know you're up to something, Fox," Theresa said to herself as she got into her car and followed him. Theresa carefully made sure that Fox didn't recognize her. She watched him as he came to a stop at a disclosed location. Fox got out and was quickly trying to get inside of some abandoned building. Theresa parked her car and ran straight to him.
"Theresa," he said frustrated as he looked around to make sure no one was watching. "I told you to stay away for now."
"Fox, what's going on?"
"Theresa, get out of here now! I'll call you once I arrive at my destination."
"Where are you going?" She asked as she clung to him.
"Please, just go now, Theresa, before you put both of us into danger."
"I knew something was wrong. I'm not leaving without you."
Looking around and becoming even more paranoid Fox pulled Theresa inside the abandoned building with him. "You have to get out of here," he told her.
"Not without you. I told you I'm not leaving without you."
"Theresa, please. I'm begging you to go home."
"No, I'm sorry, Fox. But I can't do that."
"Fine," he shouted. "Follow me."
Theresa followed him, not sure of where he was taking her. "Where are we going?"
"Please, don't ask me questions I'm not sure of myself." After walking up a few flights of stairs, Fox told Theresa to remain outside of a room which he entered. For a few minutes Fox was gone, but he then came back and said, "Let's go." As they were walking back down Fox noticed a few clouds of black smoke and put things together. "Come on hurry up!"
"What? Why?"
"This place is on fire. Hurry!"
Theresa and Fox made their way to the bottom floor, but they were trapped. They could turn nowhere. The fires surrounding them were growing rapidly and they were both inhaling a dangerous amount of smoke. But when they thought all hope was gone Fox spotted an opening that they could only try. As they approached the opening, they spotted three fire fighters.
"You go first," Fox told Theresa as he helped her make her way through. the tiny opening which was quickly growing full of flames.
"Miss, come this way," the man told her.
Before stepping forward Theresa looked back to see Fox struggling to get through. Taking a step forward and taking her eyes off of him she heard a loud crash and the remaining fire fighters panicking. Quickly turning back she could no longer see Fox anywhere.
"No!" She screamed as she tried to jump towards him. The fire fighter held her back and dragged her out of there before anymore of the roof collapsed. Nervously Theresa sat with the oxygen mask, awaiting news of Fox's condition. All she had been told was that the roof has collapsed where he was. Theresa knew that there was still a chance that he could be alive. She could feel in her heart that he was not dead.
The fire fighter that had pulled her out was slowly approaching her with his head lowered. Theresa didn't know what to think, but as he came close he lifted his head up and she could see something was terribly wrong. "No," she said before he was approaching. I'll give you anything, anything in the whole world, if you just tell me he's going to be fine. Please, tell me he's going to be okay."
"I'm so sorry, Miss, but we can't find him."
"No! No!" She broke down and cried. "No! Fox!"
'Why didn't I control myself? Why did I let this happen twice?' he asked himself as he became deeper consumed in his thoughts.
That part Fox didn't understand. Making love to Gwen was new and felt so different to him, but he could not describe it as magical, just as he always described making love to Theresa was. Gwen was nothing special though. She lacked highly in beauty compared to Theresa and in many other areas of interest to him. So when he thought about it carefully he saw nothing about Gwen that captivated his interests as Theresa had always done.
Turning the corner that would lead him straight to his home, he could see bright blue lights flashing in the distance. He instantly snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on seeing where they were coming from. But as Fox approached his home closer he saw a few of Harmony's police standing, blocking traffic from entering and exiting the street. Fox parked his car along the curb and immediately ran by the police officers who were blocking other citizens from entering. That could not do that to Fox though because he was a Crane and Cranes were allowed wherever they pleased to go.
Looking desperately through the crowd of officers, trying to see who it was they were arresting, Fox saw Luis standing by Sam arguing with him. Fox knew then that Theresa was being taken in for Gwen's murder.
"Theresa!" Fox called out to her as she was being led in cuffs.
"Fox!" She called out, although she could not see him. Five officers were surrounding her as though she had committed the worst crime in history.
"Let her go!" Fox said as he began to push the officers to the side.
"You can't do that, Fox," Sam said interfering.
"What's going on?"
"Theresa is under the arrest for Gwen."
"What!? That's impossible! Theresa may have hated Gwen, but she would have never killed her. Luis," he said turning to him, "you have to do something."
"I am, I have already contacted a lawyer for her."
Fox nodded his head and turned his attention back to Theresa who had been placed in the backseat of the squad car. Pounding on the window Theresa cried, "Help me, Fox! Please help me!"
"I will, baby. I promise I will," Fox said as he watched Theresa being taken away.
Anxiously Fox paced the floors outside of Theresa's jail cell. Theresa was not there, she was still being questioned, but Fox was told that he could wait for her. Lifting his head after hearing the sound of chains, Fox saw Theresa walking in chains like a criminal. Fox ran to her, wanting to wrap his arms around her, but he was pushed back.
"No physical contact," the guard told them.
Theresa walked slowly into her cell with her head lowered in shame. She couldn't bare to look Fox in the face like that. Fox rushed to her cell and wrapped his fingers tightly around the cold metal bars. Looking at her he couldn't help, but feel that this was all his fault.
'If only I had stayed away from Gwen.'
"Can we have some privacy?" Fox asked glancing towards the guard.
"I'm under special orders not to let Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald out of my sight."
"Do you think I give a damn about your orders!" He said becoming very frustrated. "I'm Fox Crane! Julian Crane's son and Alistair Crane's grandson. You'll do what I say or I'll have your job and the very uniform you're wearing." Not saying a thing, the guard left them in peace. He knew better than to mess around with one of the Cranes.
"You didn't have to do that," Theresa said through her tears. Her voice was cracking with every tear she cried, every tear that should have not been cried.
"Theresa look at me. Come on look at me," he said reaching through the bars and lifting her chin up. Their eyes instantly locked, he could see her shame, and she could see his pain. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'm going to get you out of her tonight, no matter if I have to kill or break you out."
Theresa tried to smile, but couldn't. She felt like she was being a burden to him. "No," she said softly.
"What? Theresa, what did you just say?"
"I said no, Fox. I'm not leaving here until my trial."
"Be honest with me. Theresa, did you kill Gwen?"
Silently she stood there with her head lowered, not moving an inch. Thinking about all the different responses she could give him. She didn't have to tell him the truth, she wasn't even sure if he would believe it. Slowly bringing her eyes to his she said, "No, Fox. I honestly didn't kill Gwen. I have no reason to. Why? Do you think that I killed her?"
"No, I don't."
"Then why did you ask? Is there some reason why I should have?"
Fox could feel her burning eyes staring at him. Wanting to drop the whole subject, Fox drew a sigh of relief as the guard came back in, signaling for him. Fox knew he had escaped it for now, but he knew it would come back yet again and this time bite him in the ass.
"Ms. Lopez-Fitzgerald's bail has been set for two million dollars, Sir."
Not surprised at how much it was set for, Fox thanked him and went back to Theresa. Fox told her that he would be back within an hour, that he needed to take care of her bail. Theresa pleaded with him not too, saying that it was a waste of money.
"Nothing is wasted when it's for you." Placing his head up against the bars and looking down into her beautiful brown eyes he said, "I can't bare to see you this way. You belong with me, in my arms, not here. I won't stand by and watch you allow something you don't deserve happen. No," he said making up his mind once and for all, "this stops now."
Fox sat waiting patiently outside his grandfather's door. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He, Nicholas Foxworth Crane, would have to sink so low as to beg his Alistair for money. Worst of all, Fox wasn't sure Alistair would even help him. Alistair had always harbored hate towards each and every one of the Lopez-Fitzgerald's, and he just loved to mess with Theresa and Luis most of all. It seemed highly unlikely that he would bother to even consider giving Fox money for her bail.
"You can go in now," Fox was told by Alistair's secretary.
The world seemed to stand still as he slowly approached the door that separated him from his grandfather. Reaching the door knob, Fox turned it, and gently pushed forward.
'There's no turning back now,' he thought.
"Fox," Alistair said in a surprising good spirit. "To what do I owe this pleasant visit?"
After exhausting himself, Fox collapsed into the brown leather chair that sat before Alistair's desk. Taking a deep breath to take time to consider how he would handle this conversation, Fox cracked his knuckles as to show Alistair that he was here on business and meant for some kind of deal.
"Well?" Alistair said as he waited patiently. "What have you to say?"
"I've made a deal with you, now it's your turn to make one with me."
Sitting as though Fox's words had no affect on him whatsoever Alistair replied, "I suppose this has to do with Theresa is jail for Gwen's murder, correct?"
"How did you know?" He asked a little surprised. No official announcement had been made to the media pointing Theresa as the crime suspect.
"Fox, you silly boy. You should know by now that I keep a close eye on everyone in this family or anyone that has any relations with this family. Do you honestly think I'd be so stupid not to? I've worked all my life building up this empire, Fox. I'm not about to allow just anyone to take it from me as long as I'm living." Pausing for a minute to recollect his thoughts as to where he was before his mind began to wander he said, "Just what kind of deal do you have in mind?"
"I'm helping you, so now you help me by bailing out Theresa right now."
"And what do I get in return?"
"What do you mean?" Fox said a little frustrated. "You already have me doing your dirty work, what else can you possibly want from me?"
"Listen to my only offer carefully, Fox. I'll bail Theresa out, but you have to leave tonight, not next week."
'That's impossible! I can't leave everyone so suddenly. They'll become suspicious."
"Just like Theresa has?" He smiled as he remembered that he had the best hand at that moment. Fox was barely hanging on and until he had the best hand, Alistair would be in control. "So what will it be, Fox? Does Theresa stay in there or do you set her free?"
"You bastard!" He said in disgust. "How can you live with yourself everyday knowing what kind of a horrible monster you really are?"
"It's quite easy actually. Tell me though, how is it living each and every day lying to the woman who you are about to be married to in only a short time?" Fox sat staring at Alistair, that's all he could do. He wanted Theresa out now. Touching Alistair would diminish any chances of that happening. "What will it be, Fox? I don't have all day you know."
"I'll do it," he mumbled.
"What's that?" He smiled, knowing exactly what Fox had said.
"I'll do it."
"You're free to leave," the guard told Theresa as he unlocked her chains.
Theresa didn't know how Fox did it, but she was happy that he did. She didn't want to be kept from him. She loved him with all her heart and being away from him broke her heart. Running into his arms the moment he walked in she said, "I love you so much!"
Fox brought Theresa home and made dinner just for her. He brought it up to her so that she could rest a little. He knew she was tired from this whole ordeal and he figured it was the least he could do. After she had finished, Theresa sat silently for a moment until she spoke. "Oh Fox," She said a little afraid, "I don't ever want to be away from you again."
"Shh," he said placing his index finger upon her lips. "I'll never leave you. I'll always be with you, not matter what." Slowly capturing her lips, Fox began to stroke her mouth to ecstasy. Little moans from Theresa led him to believe that she hungered for his more. Emerging in gasps as they pulled away, Theresa fought all that was in her from ripping his cloths off and making love to him right there. Theresa desperately needed him, she wanted him in every sense.
Quickly disregarding their clothes, his body rose on top of hers as he slid his fingers inside of her, driving her even more crazy for him. "Oh Fox!" She moaned as she arched her body into his. Thrusting his manhood into the damp petals of her womanhood slowly, Theresa dug her nails into his toned back. Begging him for more, Fox obliged and quickened his pace. She met each of his thrusts. With one final thrust, Fox released himself into Theresa.
They laid in bed with their fingers intertwined thinking about their future. Their wedding was only two months away. It seemed forever and Theresa knew that so much could happened between now and then. Fox could sense that something was wrong with her as began to softly cry.
"Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something to hurt you?"
"No," she continued to cry. "You've done nothing. You've been wonderful to me."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm just so afraid about the future. I mean, look I'm going to be put on trial for Gwen's murder and our wedding is only two months away. Fox, so much can happen between now and then. I'm just scared that something will."
Wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair softly, Fox sat and listened to all she had to say. Inside Fox was secretly feeling the same way, but he could never tell Theresa that. Not now when everything was so messed up and confused. He had to remain strong for her. He watched as she peacefully drifted off to sleep. Watching her, he tried to think of a way to tell her that he was leaving. He knew that she would hate him for this, but what other choice did he have.
Fox managed to get up without waking her up. As quiet as he could, he began to pack a few things, not knowing how long he would be gone. As Fox reached for a picture of Theresa and him, one that had been taken not too long ago, it fell to the floor breaking and causing Theresa to wake up. Not knowing what Fox was doing she began to worry.
"Fox, what are you doing?"
"Go back to sleep, baby."
"No," she said getting up. "What's going on? Where are you going?"
"I didn't want to tell you like this, but..."
"But what?"
"I have to go away on business for a little bit."
"Not now! Fox, I need you. I just got through telling you how I need you and now you're telling me that your job is more important than me?"
"It's not like that," he said moving towards her and taking her hands. "You are number one to me in every thing. Nothing is more important than you."
"Then why are you leaving me?"
"Theresa, I have to do this. You don't understand."
"Then make me understand!" She begged.
"I'm sorry, Theresa, but I can't. Not just now." As Fox loaded his things into the trunk of his car, he could hear Theresa crying softly, watching him disappear just when she needed him the most. "Please, don't cry. I promise on my life, I'll be back."
"Please be careful," she said as she hugged him. Embracing one last kiss, Fox got into his car and drove away. "I know you're up to something, Fox," Theresa said to herself as she got into her car and followed him. Theresa carefully made sure that Fox didn't recognize her. She watched him as he came to a stop at a disclosed location. Fox got out and was quickly trying to get inside of some abandoned building. Theresa parked her car and ran straight to him.
"Theresa," he said frustrated as he looked around to make sure no one was watching. "I told you to stay away for now."
"Fox, what's going on?"
"Theresa, get out of here now! I'll call you once I arrive at my destination."
"Where are you going?" She asked as she clung to him.
"Please, just go now, Theresa, before you put both of us into danger."
"I knew something was wrong. I'm not leaving without you."
Looking around and becoming even more paranoid Fox pulled Theresa inside the abandoned building with him. "You have to get out of here," he told her.
"Not without you. I told you I'm not leaving without you."
"Theresa, please. I'm begging you to go home."
"No, I'm sorry, Fox. But I can't do that."
"Fine," he shouted. "Follow me."
Theresa followed him, not sure of where he was taking her. "Where are we going?"
"Please, don't ask me questions I'm not sure of myself." After walking up a few flights of stairs, Fox told Theresa to remain outside of a room which he entered. For a few minutes Fox was gone, but he then came back and said, "Let's go." As they were walking back down Fox noticed a few clouds of black smoke and put things together. "Come on hurry up!"
"What? Why?"
"This place is on fire. Hurry!"
Theresa and Fox made their way to the bottom floor, but they were trapped. They could turn nowhere. The fires surrounding them were growing rapidly and they were both inhaling a dangerous amount of smoke. But when they thought all hope was gone Fox spotted an opening that they could only try. As they approached the opening, they spotted three fire fighters.
"You go first," Fox told Theresa as he helped her make her way through. the tiny opening which was quickly growing full of flames.
"Miss, come this way," the man told her.
Before stepping forward Theresa looked back to see Fox struggling to get through. Taking a step forward and taking her eyes off of him she heard a loud crash and the remaining fire fighters panicking. Quickly turning back she could no longer see Fox anywhere.
"No!" She screamed as she tried to jump towards him. The fire fighter held her back and dragged her out of there before anymore of the roof collapsed. Nervously Theresa sat with the oxygen mask, awaiting news of Fox's condition. All she had been told was that the roof has collapsed where he was. Theresa knew that there was still a chance that he could be alive. She could feel in her heart that he was not dead.
The fire fighter that had pulled her out was slowly approaching her with his head lowered. Theresa didn't know what to think, but as he came close he lifted his head up and she could see something was terribly wrong. "No," she said before he was approaching. I'll give you anything, anything in the whole world, if you just tell me he's going to be fine. Please, tell me he's going to be okay."
"I'm so sorry, Miss, but we can't find him."
"No! No!" She broke down and cried. "No! Fox!"