Hi! It's been a while, I know, sorry. I've been working on my Frozen fic - go check it out if you haven't already! XD. So, here is chapter 4. Enjoy, I don't own, etc.

Sorry it's short - I found a really nice cliffie 500 words in.

Oh, and thanks for your ideas! They really got me unstuck. And, I think you'll find this funny, I was listening to Og Ti Tel (the reverse of Let It Go) and I got a few ideas from that too! If you haven't heard Let It Go or the reverse, go do so right now!

"We should call the police."

It was Shelton's idea. At first, the others were stunned into silence. Police contact was generally off-limits for Tory's dangerous capers. She was the first to protest.

"Shelton, no! If they decide we're involved in this, with our track record we're toast! It doesn't matter what we say, if we were victimised or... it doesn't matter, one more court deal and Paugh will have us all out of Bolton. Maybe even Ella." Tory's stance was firm, and it was clear she wouldn't hear it any other way.

"Of course not," Shelton explained, "we'll do it anonymously. Then we'll wait for the police to come get Hawfield, while I think Tory and Ella should get to a hospital, just to make sure."

Ben objected. "I thought we were laying off the hospitals?"

Ella glanced around, confused. She could understand Tory's desire to distance themselves from the police, but what did that have to do with hospitals? Struggling to connect the dots, Ella came up with a few things police and hospitals had in common. They were both 911 emergency contact numbers, and both were official public services. Tory seemed fine with the fire brigade, so the 911 link wasn't the problem. And if it were a problem with public services then Tory wouldn't go to libraries, or cafes, or anything like that. So that wasn't it either, which left Ella thoroughly confused.

"Maybe just Ella, then?" Tory cautioned. That was when Hi nearly knocked them all over, and he wasn't that heavy.

He shouldn't be, anyway.

"Hi! Are you okay?!" Tory dropped to her knees beside her friend. "What happened?"

Hi shook his head to clear it, and failed miserably; only making himself dizzy. "Search me. Got dizzy and fell over. It's like my legs decided they don't belong to me any more and aren't going to work for me."

Tory turned to the other Virals and Ella. "Great. My medical knowledge is limited as it is - how do you deal with a pair of legs gone on strike?"

Hawfield cursed as his mobile phone buzzed once and then went black. That was the end of his battery - all he could do now was hope that Frank would show before the police got a chance to.

Hawfield wandered mindlessly up and down the stairs. Now that he was a captive himself, he realised just how disheartening this place was. It had been great for effect as the captor; but now that he was playing the role of captive the dank slimy walls and complete lack of colour really were... spooky.

A loud clang sent Hawfield jumping three feet in the air. He crept up stairs towards the padlocked gate leading to the real world. A figure was crouching next to it, clearly going for inconspicuous. Hawfield sighed, his shoulders relaxing as the stress of the last few hours lifted like mist. Inconspicuous meant it wasn't the police, and that meant it was Frank.

Or maybe it was the devils. Hawfield tensed again, creeping forwards.

"Fergie!" boomed the 'inconspicuous' figure. Frank moved closer to the bars of the gate. "Watcha doin' down there?"

"Just cut the lock," the detective commanded his younger and infinitely more stupid brother Frank Hawfield.

As I say, yeah, it's short. Got any feedback? I don't care about that much, though, what I'd love is ideas and predictions. It helps me continue so much. Of course, it's your choice, I won't force you - but think about what is easy and what is right. Don't give in to temptation!