Author's Note:

Once again, no comment on the lateness of this update. I meant to last Friday, but, let's face it: I never did. I ended up reading over what I had already written, responding to PMs, and reading other FanFics. So, I'm sorry for the lateness, and you're going to hate me for what I have to say next.

To those of you who have followed this since the beginning, you know how I said I'd be making this a three-book series, right? Well, this is the final chapter. I know, I put too much unintentional suspense on this by putting so much space between updates, but it's time I finished this series. So, I've come to the decision that this chapter will be the last, meaning the pace will be fast until the final moments. I have everything planned out, but nothing is down on paper just yet, excluding one part towards the end I have to iron out before I can post that chapter.

To those of you who read the first book then read this one after this one was first started, your memories might be fresher, but the third book title will be posted at the end of the chapter as a reminder to everyone.

Thanks to all of my followers, favoriters, and readers. You have no idea how much I value your comments-many have put a smile to my face and a laugh in my heart-even those that are rather clever and guess my plot, not naming names (not that I could remember them!). -)

So, I shall finally begin this chapter!

Friday, February 10th, 2012
Somewhere in the wooded foothills of the Appalacians, United States

Journal,

According to Dr. Reid's last date and my constant viewing of the sun's rising and setting, it must be February 10th, making it my twemty-fourth day in this prison. Great.

After Stan recorded my performance of "To Where You Are" by Josh Groban, we've been doing things like that a lot more lately. We've danced to songs like "The Best Thing" by Reliant K, "All Along" by Remedy Drive, "Cinderella" by Steven Curtis Chapman, "I'm Letting Go" by Francesca Battistelli, "Unbreakable" by Fireflight, and so much more. The last two were my choice, of course. I highly doubt he would have chosen either of those! I've actually chosen quite a few songs I've danced to and sung. I can only guess he's sending them to the BAU or posting them on his website, so the songs are all me giving hints to anyone who is clever enough to understand them.

Oh. Lovely. Well, Stan's going out AGAIN. I can only imagine what for this time. You know, I've amassed quite the collection of expensive items just so he can make up for "not being there," as he puts it. If he wants leave, I could care less, as long as he doesn't kill anyone or bring anyone back here with him.

Well, since I now have time, I think I might as well talk to Dr. Reid and everyone. There's something in particular I'd like to address. It has to do with that window and us getting out.

Amy

Amy scurried down the steps to the basement, motioning for Mrs. Meyes, Mr. Bronsky, and Cameron to follow her over to Reid. Reid raised his head when she approached, his eyes brightening sadly. Amy bit her lip, knowing how terrible he must feel.

"What is it?" Reid asked once everyone was sitting around him.

"First, here," Amy said, a piece of a sandwich in his mouth. "Second, you remember that window I mentioned?"

"The only one you found?" Reid asked, his mouth still full.

"It isn't very polite to talk with your mouth full, but yes, that one," Amy said, shoving more of the sandwich into his mouth.

"What about it?" Mr. Bronsky asked.

"Well, I figured out how to open it, and it's on the first floor. Maybe on Stan's next 'outing,' I could come down here and get you guys out of here. Then we could escape and find help, then alert the authorities so they can catch him!"

Cameron's eyes widened as a smile appeared on his face. "That's a genius idea, Amy! At least SOMEONE around here is thinking about getting out of here instead of cooperating!" With his last words he glared at his father, who shook his head scoldingly.

"Now, now, now, we have no idea on where we are, nor can we even dare think of such a proposterous idea!" Mr. Bronsky exclaimed, glaring at his son.

"Well, it is a good idea, you have to admit," Cameron said sullenly.

Amy looked towards the ground. "I had a feeling no one would think it possible."

"Possible? Yes. A good idea? Okay, yeah, it's a decent one, the only idea so far. But should we go through with it? No," Mr. Bronsky said.

Amy looked at Reid pleadingly. "What do you think? You're the true expert here."

Reid looked at Amy, feeling how much she wanted to be of some use. "You've got to get out. If we stay, we have a chance of getting Stan to stay in one place while you get help to come here."

"I'm not leaving alone!" Amy cried.

"You're our only hope! Get yourself out while there's still the chance. The team will get us all out. Find out if there's an address of sorts or something. They can nail him and get us out with your guidance. Please Amy, just leave. You have to do it. For us, and for yourself."

Tears filled Amy's eyes. "You sure?"

Reid nodded. "I know it's the best chance we have. Believe me, I want to get out of here as much as you do, but we need you with your eidetic memory to get out of here and find a way to help. Please."

Amy looked at her feet again before saying. "Alright. I'll go. But as soon as I get help, I'm leading them back here, okay?"

Reid nodded. "Okay. Now go now before he gets back."

Amy stood shakily, then gave everyone hurried hugs before racing back to her room. She thrust on the warmest clothes she had, then grabbed her journal and pen, and dashed silently to the window room, a pair of boots in her hand, Mrs. Meyes' sweatshirt around her waist. Once she was sure no one had seen her, she put on the sweatshirt and boots, slipped the journal and pen into a small backpack she had found and filled with food and some other supplies, and began to open the window.

The window opened, cold air flooding in. She closed the door, leaving everything the way it had been when she first entered, then climbed out of the window. Once out, she closed the window as much as possible from the outside, then ran away as quickly as she could from the house, keeping an eye on the property while staying out of sight and in the woods. She followed the driveway down a hill until it vanished altogether, leaving tire tracks from Stan's vehicle the only way sign of life. Amy knew no one would know of this place, especially with the amount of vegetation surrounding the house and narrow route Stan would take to and from the house.

Amy stopped for a moment to decide on what she was going to do. She'd follow the tire tracks until they led to a road or town, then find some way to contact help. Hopefully there wouldn't be any snow or rain until then, and even then her food supply could easily run out before she made it out of the woods. But the tracks could still have disappeared by then, or she could follow a branch of them that wasn't even a route out, and get even more lost. By then, Reid, Mrs. Meyes, Mr. Bronsky, and Cameron could be dead by then, not thinking about herself. Then she remembered her last song video. Part of the lyrics suggested she might be escaping. Amy knew the BAU would be searching for her then, as long as they picked up on that one piece.

It was decided. She would stick to the tracks until they ended, joined a road or town or highway, or there was a hiking trail nearby. If anyone besides Stan or someone with a gun that wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest or something along those lines came up to her, she would run to them and ask for help. Then she would proceed to contact the FBI and get everyone out of that house.

The sun was going down, but Amy knew she had stopped for long enough. She stood, and started to run along the path the tires had made, always sticking to the trees that offered shelter from the possible road. She only slowed twice, and both times were to catch her breath and see if she had been spotted or was even following the tire tracks anymore. Each time she had been safe, but she still had miles to go. And it became clear a storm could be brewing.

End of Book Two.

11/20/2012-I forgot the title of the next book! It's Wounded. I am continuing it as soon as I update this...just give me a minute or two. :)