"You see Phil. A few days ago, I just lost my dad. Keely's grandfather." She explained.

"I'm, I'm so sorry." Phil said sympathetically.

"Thank you Phil, anyways, Keely and her granddad were extremely close and when he passed away, I think it was devastating to her. Her behavior has changed. As you said. She doesn't eat right anymore and she just mopes around. I think she's handling this situation the wrong way. She hasn't had a good cry. It's just all bottled up. My dad didn't leave this Earth wanting her to be unhappy." She clarified.

Phil slowly nodded. This was the first time Phil had not heard the peppiness in Mrs. Teslow's voice. She sounded worried.

"Phil, can you do me a favor?" She asked.

"Anything." He replied.

"Keep an eye on her while we're away?"

"Don't worry, I will." Phil answered.

It was 8:07pm. Phil stood in the middle of the driveway. Waving good bye to everyone. They had to be there at 9:45 for the cruise. It was a night cruise. It seemed kind of creepy to Phil. Being on a giant ship in the middle of the ocean in the middle of nowhere…in the middle of night. Maybe it was just him. He watched them drive off. The sun was setting and the sky was getting dark. He went back inside.

"Ah, the entire house to myself. What to do first?" He said out loud. He looked over at the phone.

Phil thought for a moment. If he called Keely, would she pick up?

He grabbed the phone and went to his room. He shut the door and dialed her number.

Nothing. It just kept ringing and no one answered. He thought she answered but it was just the machine in her voice.

"Hi, you have reached the Teslow residence. We're not home right now so here comes the beep. Hopefully you know what to do with it."

Phil began to speak.

"Hey, Keely. It's Phil. Come on. Pick up the phone. Helloooo. Keely? Well, anyways, I was just seeing if you were going to talk to me. Please call me back Keels. I don't want to be in a fight with you. I'll see you later" He clicked off the phone.

"3 2 1 yes." Phil took out his popcorn from the microwave and dumped it into a bowl.

"Now for a little butter." He didn't care talking to himself. No one could hear him. He put the butter in the microwave and set it for 30 seconds. As he watched the butter rotate he heard the phone ring in the distance. He just ignored it and let the answering machine pick it up.

That is until he heard the message. The phone stopped ringing and Phil heard the most heart-wrenching, ear-piercing scream he has ever heard.

"PHIL!"

Phil ran for the phone and picked it up.

"Keely! Keely!" He cried into the phone. Dead. The telephone line was no more. He slammed the phone down and headed for the door.

As he ran down the street, his mind raced. He has never heard Keely like that before. In such panic. The sound of her voice. He couldn't shake it. He finally reached her house. He slowed down and sprinted to the front door. He went to turn the knob but the door swung open on one hinge.

Phil stepped inside. He was stunned.

Everything was either broken…or missing. The house was such a mess. Like a struggle went on. Everything knocked around. Robbers. Lots of them.

Phil walked in and heard a crunch under his foot. He lifted his foot to find a framed picture. A photo of a younger Keely. Phil set it down on the steps.

"Keely?" Phil called for her. He walked through the house. Looking for her. Taking in how much had gone on here before he arrived. He came to the kitchen

His heart stopped at the sight.