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I'm so worried. I cannot believe Trent broke in to the store and escaped police custody. I'm clinging to Austin's arm like a 5 year old, but I can't help it. I'm afraid that if I let go, something worse will happen. In all fairness he's holding on to me pretty tightly, too. I don't mind, though, clearly.

Dez is still mad about Dex, but Trish is trying to reassure him that he only did it because of Trent and he probably didn't want to at all.

Austin redirects my attention to the register and gestures me to open it to make sure Trent didn't take any money. So I do. I mentally calculate the amount of money that was in there 2 nights ago and count the current total. Nothing is missing.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Austin rubs my shoulder. I close the register and I gently remove myself from his hold. "I'm gonna go talk to one of the officers," I say.

AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

I nod. I take a deep breath and lean on the counter. What a day. The officers say their goodbyes to the rest of us and tell Ally they need to do a follow-up report tomorrow.

"We need you to come to the station tomorrow," one says. "Is 1 okay?"

"Yeah," she replies. "Of course."

I turn the main lights off while Ally says goodbye. She closes the door and locks it. I walk over to her and wrap her up in a big hug, never wanting to let go. Trish and Dez are sitting by the window, talking.

"It's going to be okay," I soothe.

"What's going to happen with Trent, though," Trish wonders. "I mean, the police didn't exactly try very hard to catch them."

"I don't know," I admit. "But I think we should all go home and rest and think about it in the morning."

Everyone nods in agreement. Ally's cell rings and I jog up the stairs to turn out the lights.

Once I'm done, I slide back down the railing and stick the landing. I laugh. "Who is that?" I whisper to Trish. She shrugs.

Ally says goodbye and closes her phone. "It was my dad," she explains. "He was just letting me know that his plane is being diverted to North Carolina due to a really bad storm in Arkansas. He won't be home until tomorrow. Late afternoon, probably. I told him about the storm. He's so mad. Not at us of course," she says reassuringly. "I told him to come straight home tomorrow and not Sonic Boom, just in case."

I nod and she puts her phone away. Trish and Dez stand by front door to the store, waiting for us. Ally turns off the last light and after we're out, locks Sonic Boom.

We head back to her house.

"Really," Ally says once we get her driveway. "You didn't think to turn any of my lights off?" She laughs.

"No," Trish says defensively. "You were stuck in a closet with robbers, Ally, the last thing I worried about was whether the lights were on or off. In fact," she says as we approach her door. "I probably didn't even shut the movie off."

I roll my eyes. We hear the menu music playing repetitively on the screen once we're inside. "See?" she says.

Once we're all settled back in the living room, Ally resigns and lets Dez and I watch Bikini Beach Blood Bash. She sits on the floor with Trish with a few bottles of nail polish and magazines.

About an hour later, at the boring part of the movie, I peel my eyes away from the TV to Ally and Trish. Trish is asleep and I can see Ally getting there. She looks determined to finish her nails, though. I chuckle quietly.

It isn't long until the movie is over and Dez turns out the TV. We fall asleep quickly.

ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW

The last thing I remember is being gagged and lifted out of my house and in to what I presume is the trunk of a car. I'm flailing and trying to scream but the cloth is pulled too tightly around my head. Everything's so dark.

AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

I awaken to Trish screaming and rambling profusely with a reckless disregard of her whereabouts as she knocks into anything an everything.

"Trish," I say.

She ignores me.

"TRISH!"

She stops pacing and bumping and rambling.

"What's wrong?"

"Ally is missing!"

What. "What do you mean she's missing?"

"I mean, the door was open, Ally's not here and she was clearly dragged!"

I jump up and shove Dez to wake him up. I pull out my phone and call 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the woman says.

"My friend was kidnapped from her house while we were all asleep," I cry.

"Kidnapped? Sir, have you checked everywhere?"

"Yes," I yell. "It looks like someone was dragged."

I give the woman a few more details. Then she says, "I am dispatching a search and rescue unit to your location. Stay there." I hang up.

Then an awful idea invades my thoughts.

Trent.