Simon entered Dylan's entertainment room. "Pretty rocking place, Donald." Dylan grinned. "Yeah. It only took me eleven months of working to ge this room and a billiard set. Simon's eyes fixed on the table. "I have never played this game before." "Well, go play with it while I go outside to buy us some drinks." Dylan closed the door and left. Simon picked up a cue stick and set up the game. He picked up the billiard balls and put them inside the rack messingly. Then, he took it away and started the game. Simon took a step back and is ready to hit the black ball when he accidentally hit the standing lamp. "Too close?" he said to himself. He tried to hit the black ball with the cue stick but failed. So, he grabbed it and rolled it down the pile of balls and hit it. Threee balls jumped away the table. One ball hit the vase next to table and gave it a huge thump as it landed on the ground. Pieces jumped everwhere and one flew right next to Simon's head, causing him to tumble backwards and hit the lamp. The lamp fell and ignited a little. Simon stayed on his place for a couple more seconds and he stood up. "Such a mess." He took the lamp and put it on one corner. Then, he grabbed the three ball and put it on the table. Then, he saw the numbers. His eyes was filled with terror. The numbers were 10, 9, and 2. "That is product of 180." Simon backed away slowly and ran outside the room as he hit Dylan's shoulder and made him drop the wine to the floor.
At Scarlet's House...
It was early morning. The birds were chirping. The warm ray of the sun burned Scarlet's right cheek and woke her up. Her head looked around the room and saw her finished pineapple colored picture. Then, out of nowhere, she remembered something. She screamed that made Nicolette jump off her seat. "What's the matter Scarlet?" Nicolette asked while Gervais is sound asleep on the couch. "Today is Antonello's birthday. October 18?" Scarlet hurried outside and got on her car. "Scarlet!" Nicolette called. "Where are you going?" Scarlet opened the window and yelled, "At the bakery. I promised him a chocolate cake." The car started and Scarlet drove away. Nicolette closed the front door. "Heh. Today's Simon's first day." Nicolette said to herself. She grabbed her phone and dialed Simon's number. The voicemail was played. Nicolette left a message, "Hey, Simon. Just calling you to say good luck on your first day." Nicolette closed her phone.
Ten minutes later in a McDonald Store...
Simon entered the brand new McDonald store. It was brand new. Spotless. The manager greeted him and escorted him to the kitchen. "So, this is one of the biggest frying table a McDonald store have. We designed it as one volunteer worker have asked." Simon surveyed the table. "Nice touch." he said. Then, the manager showed Simon the cooking stove a couple of feet away the frying table. You'll know how to use it when Trixi arrives." Simon nodded. "So, good luck. Go look around, as I make a business call in my office." the manager left Simon in the kitchen as he takes a look on one of the gas bottle next to the frying table. "Weird." he returns the bottle where he took it. The store door flung open, and a woman was on sight. She wore a typical McDonald's uniform with her brown hair braided on the back. She had a preety brown eyes with long eyelash. Her natural skin color glows under the sun. "You must be the new worker," she said. "Have the manager showed you around?" Simon drooled a little and immediately wiped it off. "Yes, he did." Trixi smiled. "Great, but he told me to show you how the stove works." she walked towards Simon and turned the stove on.
Twenty minutes later in Scarlet's house...
Gervais woke up and stretched. Nicolette was turning the TV on and greeted Gervais a good morning. Gervais yawned it out. "Where's Scarlet?" he asked. Nicolette changed the channel. "Went to buy a cake." Gervais stood up and went to get a glass of water. "You know, we are not doing anything to save our friends. We just sit here like lazy butt-heads." Nicolette said. Gervais finished drinking the last drop of water in his glass. "Yes, we do. We figure clues out and warn them. If they don't follow us, it's their choice." he walked towards the sink and suddenly slips. Nicolette stood up in alarm. "Are you okay?" Gervais stood up and looked on the floor for any slippery substance. "I guess I spilled a drop of water." he said as he put his glass of water on the sink.
In the McDonald's Store...
The store opens in fifteen minutes. Simon turned the frying table on about ten minutes ago, making sure it is hot enough to fry the first burger fast. Trixi entered the kitchen. "Guess what I brought?" Simon turned around. "What?" Trixi opened his bag and a small bunny popped its head out. Simon's eyes widened. His heart began thumping. "What's wrong? Don't you think Fressy is cute?" Fressy hopped around and accidentally spilled the oil. "Dang it! I'll clean it." Trixi said, but Simon stopped her. "I'll do it. Just go get ready before the store opens." Trixi smiled and took Fressy. She pointed on the stove. "Be sure to turn that off when not needed. I'm gonna go in my car and put Fressy in there." Simon nodded. Trixi went outside and closed the door. It locked by itself. Simon rolled his eyes. "What kind of fast food has their doors automatically locks?" he whispered. He went to get a mop from the storage room and headed to the spill. Then, he accidentally slipped on the oil and the right side of his face landed on the running frying table. His fast stuck to the table. He screamed in agony as he try to turn the table off. He tries to reach it, but he can't. He tries to get out of the burning table nut won't. He screamed and screamed. The fire is eating up the right side of his face. He reached for anything abouve him that might help. Nothing. He reached on his right side and accidentally thumped the gas bottle over. He ignored it. The kitched was filled with the smell of Simon's burning flesh. He's face was being deeply fryed. The bottle rolled over the running stove and was caught on fire, causing a kitchen explosion. Trixi arrived at the door and knocked. She noticed the kitchen burning and Simon still being fryed to death. he pounded on the door and yells Simon's name. She took her phone out and dialed 9-1- 1. The fire caught on Simon's shirt and slowley burns his body. He yelled in pain. The table halfway burned the right side of this face. Bravely, he pulled his face out of the table. Parts of his face were still stuck on the table. Trixi covered her eyes and screamed in disgust as she saw Simon's muscles on his face. Simon screamed in pain as his whole body was on fire. He went towards the door and pounded for help. Trixi turned around and cried. Simon yelled and yelled for help, yet Trixi was still crying in disgust and ignored him. Then, Simon slowly fell down to his knees and the right part of his face wiped on the glass door, leaving a trail of blood. Trixi turned around and screamed, a never ending scream.