1Carey continued to sit there, and it was for a long ten minutes before Zack had realized what they were doing. It was absurd, waiting in this room for the man to jump out and kill them. "Why are we still here, we should be gone."

Carey looked at her son knowingly, and a faint smile too. It made the child feel more like a child. Cody was sitting on the couch, still unconscious. He was beginning to drool. Zack had never had anything like this happen to him in his life. He looked over to the clock, reading 1:04.

Out of the corner of his eye, something moved rapidly towards the kitchen, the opposite way of which he was looking. His mother grabbed him and spun towards the man in her suite. Zack saw only a glimpse of him before he was concealed by the shadows again. He walked to in front of the curtains and opened them, light shining through them from the hotel across the street.

His face was not in the light, but Zack saw he was wearing a button-up shirt with long sleeves. He looked towards the ground and saw that the cops were finally just pulling up, no sirens on or anything.

He swung around and picked a drawer in the kitchen, he opened it and pulled out a long knife. He walked steadily and calmly to the two people on the couch and grabbed the boy's arm. He yelped and his mother stood up and slapped the man. Zack was fearful hiding behind his mother who was brave enough to confront the stranger.

Carey was shoved out of the way and zack was in the man's arms in less than two seconds. Holding the knife to Zack's neck, he spoke. "You will tell the cops that you woke up and saw your boy was unconscious. The power was out so you asked a maid to call the ambulance. Deny every question about an intruder and tell them nothing about me being here with your son. If they storm into this room with guns, looking for me, this boy will get it."

Zack was scared more than ever before. He was trying to look at the knife being pointed to his neck, but couldn't look down far enough as his arm was wrapped around his neck. He looked over to his mother, with a stern face, as she nodded to agree.

The man dragged zack into the small bathroom and waited. The doorbell eventually rang, and she answered the door calmly. They walked out into the hallway and shut the door. Zack sat there, fearful of the man. He didn't recognize the voice, and had not recognized anything else about him. And they just waited, and waited...

A/N: There is a short chapter, well, shorter than my usual chapters. Tomorrow, you'll see from Carey's point of view what's happenin' outside. Just wait and see!