Laynie and Tony were the first of the group to tumble out of the last room into the chilly night. They were both laughing and crying, shaking from the adrenalin running through them.

"Tony that was awesome," Laynie shouted. She was absolutely petrified, and nothing could make her go back in there, but it had been fun.

"Right? I told you!"

They stood off to the side and waited for Clint and Carter, who came out a little slower. Clint had hung at the back of the group after getting sick of being the one to open all the doors, and Carter had been making herself scarce, likely hiding on the middle of the group or with Clint.

Clint stood with them, and after a moment they all realized something was off.

"Where's Carter?" Laynie asked slowly.

"I thought you had her!" Tony and Clint shouted at the same time. They gave each other accusatory glares before they both ran to go back into the building, Tony dragging Laynie along.

An employee stopped them at the door. "This is a one way street guys," the girl told them.

"No, my friend's in there somewhere!"

"It's clearly stated in the terms of service that unless someone is injured we can't shut down the house. On the waivers you all signed. Your friend has to work their way through by their self."

"But she's really young," Tony reasoned. "Only fifteen and probably really scared. Let me go back-"

"Scared is the point. Under no condition can we let you go backwards."

Tony set his jaw, and looked like he was about ready to punch the girl. "She's like my daughter and I know she's terrified in there. Please, miss."

"No sir. You can go through the normal route for free since it's Halloween."

The three backed away from the doors and stood around the parking lot.

"I guess you guys have to go back in. I'll stay here and see if she comes out on her own," Laynie suggested.

Tony sighed. "That'll have to do." He and Clint walked around the building and Laynie perched on a median, watching the crowds for her friend.

Quickly Clint and Tony made their way to the entrance. They decided to split up and go different ways to cover more ground.

Clint found himself in the prison once more. He looked through each cell carefully, ignoring all the prisoners.

At the moment, all he could think about was finding Carter.

If she was scared when she was with us, she must be terrified now. He thought coming out of another cell.

He searched every corner of the faux prison before leaving to the next room.

By the time Clint reached the werewolf room, he was starting to get scared.

The haunted house wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to her. She could have been kidnapped and with who her family was, it wasn't an unlikely thing. And with that possibility in his mind, he remembered how they had just left Laynie completely alone.

All he could do was move faster.

He began calling her name as he rummaged around the rooms for Carter. He checked the ball pit thoroughly, then edged around every corner of the battlefield room. He straight up asked the butcher for help finding her, and still had no luck.

As he entered the demon torture chambers, he stopped and listened. There was a soundtrack of screaming and crying playing, but he recognized one unsteady sob. Clint knew Carter was in there somewhere.

He shouted for them all to stop and the actors fell silent.

"You okay man?" One asked above the loud soundtrack.

"I lost a teen in the house, I think she's in here."

One of the chained prisoners spoke up, pointing to a corner. "There's a little alcove there that we sometimes have guys hide in."

Clint darted over as the actors continued their job. He bent down when he reached the corner.

Carter screamed and pulled away.

Clint grabbed her wrists and pulled her around to face him. "Hey, it's okay. Calm down, you're okay." He reassured her.

"Clint?" She asked, still sniffling.

He gave a firm nod. "Yeah, it's me."

Carter sighed in relief. "I didn't where you guys were. I got separated from you in the insane asylum place. You three were gone when the lights came back on and I tried looking for you all, but I couldn't find you and it's like the house was neverending..." she babbled nervously.

Clint gathered her into a hug and held her there for a moment. Her whole body was trembling.

"Let's go, Laynie's waiting outside."

Carter revolted, pulling back into the cubby.

"It's okay Carter, they're stopped right now. Come on," Clint pleaded.

Carter still looked skeptical.

He took her into another hug, then stood. He held her head into his neck as he made his way through the room.

"Wait," one of the demons called.

Carter whimpered.

"There's a back door over here, it'll take you right out of the house."

"Thank God," Clint sighed. He exited the building quickly and set Carter on her feet. "Are you okay?"

Carter nodded. "Thank you..." she wiped the tears off her face.

"Anytime, kid." Clint smiled gently and ruffled her hair.

Smiling back, Carter said, "And here I thought you didn't like me?" She grinned cheekily.

Clint rolled his eyes, "Come on, let's go find Laynie." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they walked over to where they had left Laynie. And they found that she had disappeared.

"I thought you said we were going to find Laynie?" Carter asked in confusion.

"She was here when Tony and I went back in the house to find you..." Clint replied, worry seeping into his voice.

"Why don't we go ask the employee at the exit?" She suggested.

"Yeah, come on," They walked over and found the same girl from before. "Excuse me, did you see the girl we were with leave?" Clint asked.

"I think I heard her say something about going back in the house." The girl answered with a shrug. "If you wanna find her, you got-"

"Go through it again, yes I know." Clint sighed, "Thank you."

As they were walking toward the entrance, Carter whimpered, "We're not going back in, are we?"

Clint placed a hand on top of her head, "'Fraid so, shortie."

"Couldn't I just stay out here and wait for you guys?" Carter bit her lip anxiously.

"It's getting late and I don't feel comfortable leaving you out here alone." Clint answered sympathetically.

With that being said they entered the house once more.