Sarah paraded back forth. The silk, cotton dresses fit her almost perfectly. Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, any kind of stone made her look like a princess. And even then all she could think of was Toby. The words echo in her head like a broken stereo. "He's gone; I couldn't do anything to help him." What could he possibly mean? What did she get herself in to? Even then. Even with the sense of urgency and danger that surrounded him she still checked her phone waiting for a call. She checked her phone to check the battery just to make sure she'd get his call. 75%.

Toby, how peculiar. After minutes of researching the strange man, she came to the conclusion that that was Tobuscus. How could she have been so blind? She looked away in disappointment, and then looked back at Sarah who wore a different dress. Haven shook her head. Sarah turned a few more times admiring herself in the mirror and shook her head back. Sarah went back in the dressing room. It took about twenty minutes to put on each dress and she was trying at least twenty. Five down fifteen more to go.

Haven was shocked. Tobuscus, half of her juvenile years, and she didn't recognize him. She remembered the hours she spent admiring the various Youtube characters. Pewdiepie, Smosh. Tobuscus. What happened to her? Had it been her work? How could her work make her forget all the laughter they had caused? Tears they'd prevented. Then it came to her an ever worse realization than she could've imagined. Video games. She'd hadn't picked up a video game since she was sixteen.

"Damn it!" She mumbled as her hand clenched into a fist.

"Are you alright?" Sarah came out of the dressing room with another dress on. "Is it your friend Toby?"

Her friend, Toby. Man, back then those words would've seemed impossible to hear in the same sentence. The world seemed to collapse around her as she nodded. Sarah gave her a sympathetic look and approached her. Sarah sat next to her pulling her in for a hug.

"Do you need to leave?" Sarah asked.

"I'd like to, yes." Haven said almost immediately.

"Well I only have fourteen dresses left, you can wait."

Hours seemed to tick by, and still no response sent to her phone. She glared at her looking up only when Sarah asked for her opinion in something. Haven hated this. She hated shopping. She hated heels. She looked down at her feet and noticed she was wearing wedges. It was her sister, the one who changed her. Who told her to stop being who she was, and she listened. Alas, her phone rang.

"Is this Haven?" The voice on the other side spoke.

"Yes."

"I'm from St. John's hospital"

"Yes, how is he?" She interrupted.

"He's awake, now."

Haven sighed in relief.

"When are visiting hours?" She asked.

"Visiting hours for today end in two hours."

"Okay thank you." Haven smiled into the phone and hung up.

Sarah came out once again sporting a handmade wedding dress. The olive dress seemed to flare out at the bottom like a flower. Her waist was tightly held together giving her an hourglass figure. Haven dropped her gaze down to her phone. Sarah looked up at her and nodded as if giving her permission. She ran out of the as fast as humanly possible. Once outside it took seconds to find her car in the avalanche of parked vehicles. Her steps were exaggerated. She swung the door open, turning on the car before she was even in it.

She drives around traffic. Passing cars. Speeding at a reasonable limit. Her eyes fixed on the road. This is it. It has to be. But then it dawned on her, what exactly was it? She pulls into the hospital. Her soul already halfway to his room while her physical body was still parking the car. She runs conversations through her head to get e-v-e-r-y sentence right. Her throat dries up as she nears the receptionist.

"Toby's room, please." She wheezed.

The receptionist lifted an eyebrow. Haven had just sprinted through the parking lot, several hallways, and up a flight of stairs to reach him. She was all sweaty and out of breath. Haven dropped her head beneath her shoulders. Her whole body was supported by her two hands.

"Please." She urged while taking in deep breaths.

"Room 324" She smiled after analyzing her with her eyes.

"Thank you"

Haven's feet took off before the words had left her mouth. She paused at the transparent door. The plaque read 324. Haven hesitated turning the handle. The silhouette of a blonde woman towered over him. He spoke to her in laughs and chuckles. Haven's hand dropped to graze the side of her thigh. She began taking small steps back. What was she doing there? He's an internet celebrity. And well. She was nothing. Damn, what was she expecting to find? Haven looked up one more time as a final goodbye. And suddenly Toby's eyes met hers. The blonde woman turned to her as well. It was iJustine. Toby waved at Haven to come inside.

"…can you please, I have to thank her properly." He mumbled.

Justine nodded and exited the room. Haven looked at him. Toby was covered with a small amount of wires connecting to many machines, all having a purpose. All keeping him alive. A big patch covered the wound behind his ear. She gave him a shy smile.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay." Feeling uncomfortable she dropped her gaze and took a large step back.

"I am thanks to you." He smiled at her and attempted to sit up straighter.

"No, don't. Save your energy. You have to… you know… get better."

Haven dropped both her hands to her hips. She pulled her fingers together to form fists. Her feet moved away from his side towards the door. Why was she there? Why did it feel right to be there?

"I'm going to go. I have nothing to do here."

The door opened behind her hitting her back. Justine entered with a stiff look on her face. A man dressed in a black hoodie followed here. Toby's eyes widened. Haven took steps away from the uncomfortable scene.

"Don't move!" he hissed.

Justine rushed to Toby's side. Toby's eyes shifted from the man's to Haven who glared at the masked man petrified. Shocks of fear spiraled throughout her body. He's holding a gun. He's holding a gun. Her head repeated. Her knees felt weak as if it was mere seconds before her whole body collapsed. He aimed at both of them, but walked towards Haven.

He took her by the hair and shoved her forward. A sharp pain flashed through her arm as she hit the floor. Haven stayed down looking outside. Where was everybody? Puddles of scarlet liquid stained the floors. Then she noticed the sharp hidden blade wrapped around his wrist. He aimed down at her. He curved his finger around the trigger. Haven looked away but kicked at his hand. A gun shot thundered through the room.

It was like a wake up wall. Her whole body rushing with adrenaline. Something she had not felt since she was smaller. Haven pulled herself together and kicked the man in the groin. He bent over from the pain giving her enough time to stand up. She took the man by the hoodie and slammed him on the bed's corner. Her eyes met Toby's as he held Justine. The bullet had pierced through her heart.

Haven dropped to the ground. Tears bleed down her face. What had she done? What happened? Toby pulled the wires from his skin and rushed to her side pulling her to her feet. She could see his lips move, but she could not make out the words. Only a small and almost inaudible beeping. Haven's eyes were directed towards Justine. Toby placed his hands round her head and forced her to look at him.

"Stay with me. You need to get us out of here!" Toby blinked.

Haven wrapped her hands around the keys of her car and nodded at him as a response. They ran through an array of flickering lights. Toby's stamina betrayed him. She wrapped his arm around her shoulders and continued to guide him down the darkened stairs. Haven turned the keys to the ignition and sped out of the parking lot.

"What's going on?" She asked pulling out of the parking lot.

"Do you think I know?"

"Actually I do. I EXPECT you to know what's going on."

"Okay then, do you know who that was?" Her words were softer during her small interrogation.

"I don't know… wait…what's your name again?"

"Again? I haven't told you once." She hesitated turning the steering wheel. "It's Haven, but my friends all call me Jinx, because according to them I jinx things."

"That's funny."

"Okay, look you need to tell me everything you remember before I found you."

"I don't remember. Steven was there, and Gryphon."

"That's it, Gryphon. He's your talking dog right? He could tell us what happened."

"You're right, he can."

After a few minutes of silent driving she noticed a strange vehicle had been following them. The driver was hard to make out, but she could see he had a beard. She turned lanes, and watched him turn lane. She pulled in around the corner straying from her path. And it did as well.

"I don't want to alarm you, but that car is following us."

As a reflex Toby turned.

"No don't look, use the mirrors." She advised.

Without any warning a different vehicle rammed into the side of her car. The glass shattered. Toby threw himself over her to protect her. Her civic flipped a few times before settling. Minutes passed before she could move again. Flashing red lights and loud sirens come from within the distance. More man in black hoodies approached them. Urgency woke her. She pulled her seatbelt off and began to kick at the windshield.

"Come on Toby, help me." She whispered.

Toby blinked twice to regain his consciousness, and began to kick at the windshield. Once they had smashed through the windshield they attempted their escape. She clawed her way out only to be stopped by a sharp pain as it knocked her into unconsciousness. The last thing she saw was Toby reaching to her, before he too lost consciousness.