Foxy merrily skips onto the Fanfiction site with a document in her hands. Surveying it proudly, she holds it aloft for all to see. Thank goodness they all know that she DOES NOT own Nancy Drew or The Hardy Boys. Because if she did, wouldn't she have some real Converses by now?
"Tadaaa!" She sings innocently. The crowds cheer. They continue cheering so loud that after Foxy returns backstage they don't even hear her evil laugh of triumph.

The forces held him back. No! Stop! They need me!

Frank was forced to watch helplessly as dark figures moved towards Nancy and Joe. They didn't know what was going on. He had to save them. I'm the big brother. It's my job to be strong. It's my job to protect them.

The figures leapt towards the two people he loved most. "Stop!" He screamed.

Nancy and Joe turned their heads to look at him while the dark figures were attacking them. Frank saw hurt and betrayal in their eyes. "Frank!" Joe cried out. "Help!"

"This is all your fault!" Nancy accused, her eyes brimming with crystal tears. His heart clenched.

"No! Listen! I tried! I fought!" Frank pleaded.

"Why aren't you here for me?" Joe called out in anguish.

I didn't try hard enough. This is all my fault. I failed them.

Joe and Nancy faded from his view. "NO!" Frank yelled.

Snapping awake, Frank sat bolt upright in the darkness, his terrified gasping for breath the only noise around. "Nancy! Joe!" The teen detective choked. He tried to get to his feet, only to rediscover that his hands and feet were bound tightly. Twisting his wrists around, Frank began to work on the knots with his teeth. He had to get to them. If it wasn't already too late.

Bess walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway. The complete quietness and lack of people startled her. Stopping, the blonde looked around curiously.

A chilling sensation crept up her spine. All of the sudden, Bess knew she had to get to her friends. Breaking into a run, she sped down the hall towards Nancy's room, every few seconds looking over her shoulder in apprehension.

319, N. Drew. Reaching her destination, Bess threw one last glance behind her and burst into the room. What she saw made her suck in her breath sharply in horror.

Nancy lay handcuffed to the bed, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. That tank was anything but oxygen.

Rushing to her best friend's side, Bess tore the mask off and switched off the humming tank. Breathlessly, she watched Nancy's chest. It rose and fell steadily. After a few more seconds, Nancy closed her eyes and moaned softly.

Encouraged, Bess rubbed her friend's arm. "Nancy. Wake up. Come on," the girl pleaded gently.

The redhead's eyes slowly fluttered open. Staring at Bess in confusion, she tried to lift her arm. The handcuffs that were still there caught Nancy's attention, and her eyes widened, memory obviously returning as she started to panic.

"Nancy!" Bess caught her gaze and held it. "Everything's okay now. I can't get those off of you but I'll find someone who can. Just tell me what happened! You're scaring me!"

Calming down some, Nancy breathed in a deep, shaky breath and let it out. "There were guys in black. They handcuffed me to the bed and put that mask on me. I was almost unconscious when you came in."

"I noticed," Bess nodded, her eyebrows creased together in worry. "Did they say anything?"

Rolling her eyes, Nancy snorted. Bess smiled a little. Normal Nancy was coming back. "Well, besides the whole macho criminal 'you-can't-escape' thing, they did kind of mention taking out the entire hospital staff."

"What?!" Bess squeaked. "How? Do you think they're still around? Why are they here? What do they want?"

"Slow down," Nancy sighed. "I didn't get any other information from them, so I don't know why they're here. They may still be around. Where's George?"

"I-I don't know," Bess stammered, shaking her head. "I haven't seen her in about ten minutes."

A fearful silence permeated the room for a moment. Nancy spoke up again.

"You may be the only able-bodied person in the hospital, then. Bess, do you think that if I give you directions over the phone, you can kill all the lights and lock the doors? That'll keep them confused until the police get here. Then we can let the police in and turn the lights back on."

"Me?!" Bess gasped. "Nance, I'm not a detective. And you know I'm not that good at stealth."

"I think it's the only way," Nancy shook her head. "You'll be fine. I promise to be on the phone every step of the way."

The blonde thought for a minute. "Okay. I'll do it."

Finally getting the bonds around his wrists untied, Frank shook them off and spat the taste of rope out of his mouth. He untied his ankles quickly, then tried to get some circulation back into his hands and feet.

Suddenly he remembered the pretty girl who'd been captured with him. "Dusk!" Frank whispered loudly into the stillness. "Dusk?" She must still be unconscious.

Getting up slowly, he reached out in front of him with his hands. There was the door. "Let's get some light into this dingy little broom closet," Frank muttered, feeling along the wall. Up a little. Down. There.

He flipped the switch, and instantly squeezed his eyes shut to appease his tortured retinas. Cracking one eye into the brightness, Frank gasped and opened them all the way.

Dusk was nowhere to be seen.

AHAHAHAHAAA I AM THE WIND!