Randy rushed to the window, looking for the sorce of the cry. Spencer, shocked by his sudden movement and leaped to his feet. He followed him to the window, not seeing what was wrong.

"What?"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That! I mean, someone just called your name!"

"What do you mean, called my name?"

Randy pointed out of the window, not sure if Spencer was deaf, or just zoned out. How could he have not heard that? It had been so loud, and clear!

"SPENCE! BRO! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!"

There it was again! Randy looked at Spencer, seeing if he had heard it now. But, Spencer still seemed just as clueless as he had been before. Randy couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was impossible not hear the blatent cry of distress coming from outside! Spencer looked outside again, still not seeing anything.

"Do you hear anything?"

"Yeah! Or at least, I think I do."

"What is it?"

"I dunno, it sounded like "Spence! Bro! You gotta help me!" But, whateveeeeeer..."

The two looked up wide eyed, both coming to different realizations. Spencer felt his shirt, as if looking for something.

"No, no, no! How could you have heard it, but I couldn't have?!"

Spencer felt his pockets, but nothing was there. The pendant! That's probably why he hadn't seen Billy! It was gone! Spencer began to breath heavily. What had happened to it? Then, he looked at Randy. Narrowing his eyes, Spencer lunged at him, nattacking him with all his might. Randy yelped, and fell on the dusty attic floor.

"Where is it?! I know you're working for her!"

"WORKING FOR WHO?!"

Randy covered his face with his arms, and kicked around.

"You know! Where's the pendant?!"

"I swear, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Randy felt towards his backpack, and grabbed a smoke bomb from it. He raised his arm in the air, and tossed it. Soon, the room was filled with orange, foul gas. Spencer coughed, and with his gaurd lowered, Randy was able to throw him off, leap to his feet, and recover his stamina quickly. Spencer fell back, landing on the floor. Randy took the chance to flee to a safe distance.

"Spencer! What are you doing up there?"

It was Aunt Claire. Spencer coughed some more, and glared at Randy.

"Nothing!"

He called back, before grabbing a roll of bubble wrap, and megerly tossing it at Randy. Randy dodged the roll, and used another one as a sheild.

"Seriously! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Yes you do! Where is it?!"

"Where is what?!"

"THE PENDANT!"

Spencer yelled back. He was about to reach for another roll of wrap, when there was a faint knocking sound on the door. Spencer looked at the door, and back at Randy. Quickly, he darted towards the door to see his aunt.

"I found this in the washing machine just now, Spencer. I'm assuming it's yours, right?"

Aunt Claire pulled a small necklace out of her pocket. The pendant! Spencer snatched it, and put it on. He didn't have time to thank his aunt, before he dashed out of the door. As he ran, he could hear Billy's cries of protest. Meanwhile, from upstairs, Randy was just begining to catch his breath. He went back to the window, and watched as Spencer raced down the street.

"Okay, there is a lot of things that I'll take, but assult with bubble wrap? Not cool!"

Randy grabbed his backpack, and chased after him. After running goodness knows how many blocks, Randy finally came to an at least visible distance point from Spencer. He was waving his arms around in a mad way, as if trying to stop something.

"BILLY!"

After a while of running, Spencer slowly came to a hault. Sinking down on his knees, he panted. His fists clenched, he pounded at the concrete ground. But, this caused him to recoil, and send him howling in pain. Randy slowly approached him, hands held out and extended cautiously.

"Spencer? You okay?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, not looking at him.

"T-They finally got him...and I couldn't help him."

"What?"

Spencer turned to Randy and frowned.

"Billy...they got him. I mean, I had a chance to help him! I could have! But I didn't."

"You mean your cousin?"

"Yes..."

Randy sat next to Spencer and huddled into a ball. Spencer buried his head in his arms, trying to clear his mind.

"So, tell me about him."

"Why should I? He's gone."

"I just might know a guy who can get him back."

Spencer sighed, deciding that he had already given enough away. Lying would only make him more suspicious. Anyway, Randy seemed trustworthy enough. Clearing his throat, Spencer readied himself for the explanation that he had never thought he'd have to make to anyone else.

"My cousin is...Billy Joe Cobra."