The front door opened and three bank loaners walked in to examine the house. They had to get rid of everything if they wanted to bring this house back on the market and hopefully get someone else to buy it.

"It was such a shame those Puckett's couldn't pay for this place anymore," the bank lady sarcastically commented. She took a walk through the living room and a smell of something dying already caught her nose causing her to start gagging until she got out of that room.

"I don't know how we're going to be able to clean this place." the bank man number one said. He still stood near the front door for he was afraid to go anywhere else around the house.

"We could always burn it," the second lady called from the kitchen. "Have then sell it as empty land."

"Forget that," the first lady said, coming into the kitchen with her nose plugged by her fingers. "We'd never get approve to set a house on fire."

"Not unless we do it accidentally," the guy mumbled to himself when also walking into the kitchen

A sound was then heard of something crashing onto the ground. The three bank loaners turned around, but saw nothing there except for a floor with broken glass on the ground.

"Who was that?" One of the loaners asked, but the other two were quiet.

From the other side of the room another breaking glass and the loaners screamed.

"What is going on?!" The man asked, trying to look around the room, but there was no one in the darkness.

One by one the lights cut off to make the house darker. Drapes were getting thrown on the windows, but whoever or whatever was doing it was moving too fast for no one could see who was behind it.

"I bet it's the Pucketts!" The blond lady loaner yelled, trying to get the other two to calm down and stop screaming every time something happened. "They're back!"

"Then why are they destroying the house?" The brunette lady asked. "It's their property!"

There was a blood curdling scream from upstairs, so the three ran up to see where it came from, but there was no one in either rooms up there.

"Okay, if you think it's the Puckett's," the man asked the blond, "Then where are they?"

The scream came from downstairs, but the three didn't race to run back down. There was even a noise that sounded like a gun going off and the two ladies screamed again from fear.

"Can we please just get out of here?" The brunette asked her fellow workers. "Whoever is in this house can keep it I don't want it anymore!"

The man tip toed to the staircase and placed his hand on the railing, but noticed it was, for some reason, really sticky. He brought out his phone and turned on the flashlight when bringing his hands to the girls and they all screamed when his hand was completely red and dripping with blood.

There was two more gun shots and the three ran downstairs, but tripped on their way down and landed in a puddle of blood that got all over their clothes and hair. They kept screaming, looking at one another noticing that they looked as if they came out from a crime scene.

"GET OUT!" Three voices from different parts of the house yelled to the three sitting in the middle of the blood puddle. "Get out and do not return."

"Now can we listen?!" The ladies screamed and the man was the first one to open the front door while still screaming and the ladies followed after.

When the car was heard driving down the streets the Pucketts stepped out from the shadows, covered in complete black clothes and makeup with their hair tied back, and laughed while giving each other high fives.

"I can't believe you still have buckets of blood kept in the basement," Melanie held her nose when the smell got to it.

"And you said they were never going to come in handy," Sam said, poking her sister's sides and she sarcastically laughed while swatting her sister away.

"Well, now we can finally get rid of it and make more room downstairs," Pam said, moving her feet around in it.

"Or we could decorate the house with it that way no more people will come," Sam suggested and Pam laughed, grabbing handfuls of blood to run outside and rub against the house with her daughter.

Melanie sighed, shaking her head at the two once again doubting the fact that she has the same genes at them.

Just then her watch beeped and she looked down at it and gasped. "Sammy!" She screamed. "Freddie's flight leaves in ten hours!"

"What?!" Sam yelled from outside, stopping from decorating the house. "You're lying!" She stopped in, her hands covered in blood.

"No!" Melanie said, showing her watch to Sam who groaned. She tried shaking off the blood, but it wouldn't come off, so she rubbed her hands on Melanie's clothes and she screamed.

"Come on!" Sam said, grabbing her sister's arm and running to the garage. "Mom, we'll be back!"

"Bring dinner when you do!" Pam called from outside, still throwing the blood all over the place.

"Sam, why are you bringing me?" Melanie asked when she was forced to sit on the back bike and wear her pink bike helmet form when they were kids that still surprisingly fit on her head.

"Because you're the one with the cellphone," Sam strapped on hers and kicked start her bike. "Now put in the address and let's hurry!"

"Do you really think we'll make-?" Melanie tried to ask, but Sam sped out of the garage before she was able to finish her sentence clearly. "IIIIIIIIIII-T!"

"We have to make it!" Sam shouted over the wind that was blowing at their faces. "I can't let Freddie board that plane!"

"Why can't you just call and tell him that?" Melanie asked, scrolling through her phone to find Freddie's number. "Shoot, I don't think I ever got it."

"We haven't left Seattle yet and you're already useless, Mel," she said as she zoomed through the cars down the street.

"Sam, are you sure this is legal?" Melanie asked, screaming as Sam came close to some of the cars, but she was able to past right through them and inch ahead.

"What have I ever done that was ever legal?"

"Good point."

For the rest of the bike ride Melanie tried her best to keep quiet for she knew that Sam needed her concentration to make it back to L.A. In time. That, and so that Sam wouldn't accidentally push Melanie off her seat and have her stranded in God knows where they are.

Melanie showed Sam whenever the GPS told her to take a turn, but Sam seemed like she knew where she was going, so the GPS was more of a backup plan in case Sam got lost, but knowing her she wouldn't.

The two only hoped that Freddie was sitting on the couch waiting for her to come. At least Melanie would be able to meet Cat again for she seemed like she and Melanie would get along great.

Melanie tapped her sister's shoulder to point at a motel as a sign to ask if she wanted to rest, but Sam just shook her head and kept going. She didn't want to take any chance by resting and wasting time. The more she didn't rest the faster she would be able to get back home and see Freddie for his, what now would be, late birthday present.

When they finally got into California Sam felt her heart beat faster for she knew that it was getting closer and closer to when she would be able to see Freddie. What would she say? What would he think of her showing up covered in blood? At least the makeup rubbed off, so she looked normal for the most part.

The blood would just have to be something she would tell him in the future.

Just as Sam entered downtown Los Angeles, her bike starting making weird noises and it slowed down.

"What's going on?" Melanie asked, finally able to hear herself without the wind blowing everywhere.

"Oh crab!" Sam yelled, seeing the gas tank. "I was so caught up in waiting to get back to Freddie I forgot to get gas."

Melanie and Sam looked around to see no gas station nearby they could push the bike to.

Sam dropped her head on her bike. Great, she had two perfect plans and none of them went through. This must be God's sign telling her never to do something nice for anyone, but herself and her family again, because nothing was going right and probably won't.

"What now?" Melanie asked.