I'm surprised, to say the least. I look up, my eyes opening and, it's her.

The Nice Lady.

She has a gun in her hand, and she walks to me, pointing it away. "Can you walk?"

I give a weak nod and she helps me up, leading me to the door of the dark, blood-stained room. She leads me through the door and we walk ourselves out of the hallway we're in quickly, rounding a corner to see two more men. She shouts for me to plug my ears, and when I do, she fires the gun instantly; she's a damn good shot.

In maybe ten more minutes, we're outside. It's the first time I've felt a breeze and cool air in what seems like forever.

"Now, we're gonna get you to a hospital. I never existed, understand?"

I give a weak nod, and she points me the way to the hospital; just across the corner.

"If you say a word, you'll have more 'a these guys on your tail. Get yourself better, and you love that boyfriend ya got, kay?" She says, looking me directly in the eyes as I give her another nod. "Good. Listen, I'm a nobody. This is what I do. I save people; and according to you, I'm a janitor that heard you screaming and unlocked the door." I give another nod and she smiles, pressing a friendly kiss to my bloody cheek. "Get goin'."

She turns away, and I realize the place I was in was a old school, looking rundown and abandoned. She runs off between an alley way, though she pops her head out before I leave for the hospital. "Oh yeah, and keep those video's comin'. I need to know that you're still alive an' well." She gives a wink and disappears again, her footsteps echoing into the alley.

I suddenly become shockingly aware of the sharp pain in my side, and I limp off to the hospital, on the verge of tears on being alive and free.

I spend maybe 13 hours in the hospital, being patched up by doctors and a few hours for observation. I only really need a band-aid on by cheek, and stitches on my side. They tell me I would be dead if it wasn't for the medic treating me while there, and send me off. On my way back to Felix and I's house, I see a newspaper, and the date shocks me completely.

Fuck, I was in that hellhole for nearly half of a year...

I groan and feel like running to the house, though I was told not to move too much, since my stitches would rip.

So, slowly but steadily, I make my way to our house. I'm finally going to see Felix again.

Felix POV

I sigh and finally get out of bed, forcing myself to put contacts in and at least attempt to fix my hair. I throw on some random clothes that are on my floor and brush my teeth, then going to eat something.

I manage a bowl of cereal and spend the next few hours watching shitty American TV shows to pass the time, then finding something decent (Spongebob Squarepants) to watch. Over the next four or so hours, I keep glancing up at the picture of Cry on the mantel, smiling faintly at it.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

I hesitate, since I barely get many visitors in the Americas, though I stand anyways. I walk to the door, not bothering to peek through the little hole on the door this time our of sheer laziness, and place my hand on it, hesitating once again for an unknown reason. I push it aside and open it, shocked at what I see.

"Hey Felix. Kinda lost the groceries on the trip home."