The crowd watched Flint Lockwood with wide eyes as he held his head in pain. Then he muttered something about garbage bags. He asked the police officer for two garbage bags. The officer raised a confused eyebrow at him and went to rummage in his police cruiser for some bags. Flint meanwhile swayed a little and looked more and more faint. The crowd watched with worried eyes. The officer came up to Flint with two black garbage bags. Nodding and muttering something under his breath, Flint took the bags.

He crawled over to the pile of metal and parts, and rummaged through them. Under all the metal from the flying car and jet, was the ruined FLDSMDFR. With trembling hands, Flint took the broken parts from the FLDSMDFR and threw them into one of the garbage bags. When he was done, he grabbed the second bag and picked up some pieces from the smashed flying car. The crowd watched him. When he put a few pieces into the bag, he clutched his head again and then fell back on the floor with a thud.

"He fainted." The officer whispered. The crowd gasped and murmurs arose from the crowd. Instantly, the officer pulled out a small radio and began to snap orders into it.

"WE NEED AN AMBUALNCE AT ZONE 3! THERE WAS A CRASH HERE!" he yelled into the radio and the crowd quieted down again. Before anyone knew it, an ambulance was streaking down the street, with its sirens blaring out. The crowd parted as the ambulance parked itself where they previously stood and paramedics hopped out of the double doors carrying a stretcher.

"We'll need three stretchers." The officer told them. Nodding, the paramedics ran back into the ambulance and came back with two more stretchers. They loaded Flint, Sam and Brent onto the stretchers and brought them through the ambulances back doors. Then the officer quickly told the paramedics to take Flint's garbage bags. Once they did so, the doors slammed shut and the ambulance drove away; the siren howling away.

As the ambulance drove away, the officer approached the men in the dark blue trench coats and planted his arms on his hips as he watched the two men stir. The mayor sat up and blinked around. He realized that his hat wasn't on his head and his face turned pale as he watched the officer and the large crowd surrounding him. Next to him, Patrick rubbed his head and sat up too. He, too, realized his hat wasn't on his head and staggered to his feet. But he fell back to the ground, shortly. A look of confusion passed through his face when he saw the cop standing over them. The mayor, meanwhile, was finding words to say.

"Isn't that Patrick Patrickson from the WNN?" someone gasped from the crowd.

"Yeah! And the other one is the Mayor of ChewandSwallow! He lost weight!" someone else cried out from the crowd. Shouts and murmurs rang out through the crowd. The officer pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from his pocket and knelt down to fasten the wrists of the criminals.

"Get up!" he snapped at them and the two men got up, their trench coats billowing around them. The mayor looked down to the ground and anger rose inside him. He wasn't supposed to be caught. Never. It was all Patrick's fault. Patrick had suggested flying the jet after Flint. And Flint was still alive, which angered the mayor even. When he followed the officer to the police cruiser, the crowd began to thin out. Patrick trialed after him with his head hung. He kept muttering that now he couldn't get back to his job now. The mayor turned to give him a scathing look, and Patrick stopped muttering. The officer opened the back door of the cruiser and pushed the mayor and Patrick into the backseat. Then he slammed the door and climbed in behind the drivers' wheel. The cruiser rumbled down the road and the mayor felt rage boiling inside him. No prison could hold me in. he thought bitterly.

"I'm escaping out of the prison tonight." The mayor hissed under his breath and looked over at Patrick.

"You'll get caught." Patrick snapped and glared at him.

"Did I get caught when I killed Lucio?" the mayor asked in a whisper so the officer wouldn't hear them.

"No." Patrick shook his head.

"Did I get caught when I shot Flint in the shoulder?"

"No."

"Did you get caught when you drugged Flint with the sleeping medicine? Or when you killed ?" the mayor demanded in a louder voice.

"N-no." Patrick stammered and shrunk back in his seat. He couldn't bear think about the time he drugged Flint. He remembered walking in and giving Flint a cup of the nasty white liquid. Then he had fled to the 4th floor and waited till they brought Flint up there. The mayor meanwhile was up in the helicopter tricking Miss. Sparks that there was only ONE man in the dark blue trench coat. The mayor pretended he had drugged Flint, when it was REALLY Patrick. All the mayor had done was stole the FLDSMDFR, shot Flint and killed Lucio. In his mind, Patrick knew he would get caught.

"Well then, there's no problem with that." The mayor's eyes gleamed and he leaned back in his seat. They would escape tonight and get Flint and his friends for once and for all.

xxx

Night was falling and doctors ran in and out of room #387. Finally a nurse poked her head into the room and then nodded to herself and left. She closed the door with click and went away. The curtains were drawn aside and the light of the full moon lighted its way into the hospital room. Three bodies lay on three beds in the room. All had pale faces, but a strong pulse. All were alive, but were knocked out. They had not awakened once since the crash. Not until now.

Sam Sparks was first to sit up in bed and look around in alarm. She couldn't understand where she was. Or what had happened. The last thing she remembered was her arms wrapped around Flint, and his around hers. They had been screaming. They had crashed. Her eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room and she saw that on either side of her, were two beds containing Brent and Flint. Sighing with relief, she fell back onto her pillow and stared at the ceiling. What had happened to the men in the dark blue trench coats? The FLDSMDFR?

"Sam?" came Flint's voice as he sat up in bed. Quickly she sat up too. Shortly, Brent sat up too. All three stared at each other. Then Brent spoke up with tears.

"I couldn't pull up." He replied with teary eyes. Flint and Sam glanced at him. Brent had his head bandaged. His blond hair stuck out from the bandages.

"It's not your fault. The good thing is that none of us are dead." Flint told him and Sam nodded in agreement. All sat in a silence until the only sound in the room was Brent sniffing. Until Sam turned to Flint with a worried expression on her face.

"Flint, did you find out who the men were?" she asked in a hushed voice. Brent stopped sniffling and looked up at Flint too. Gulping, Flint wondered how both would react. Sam would be shocked about Patrick and Brent would be shocked about the mayor. Either way, they would be alarmed. He nodded and Sam gasped. On the other bed, Brent froze and narrowed his eyes.

"The original one was the mayor. The second one was Patrick Patrickson from WNN." Flint told them quietly. From their beds, Brent and Sam gasped and watched Flint with open jaws. Both of their expressions were speechless. Sam finally looked down on her lap and then her eyes widened. Brent was having a heart-attack. He was staring at Flint with the weirdest look ever. It was the same look he gave Flint, when they hated each other back in school. It was a look of complete hatred.

"It was your entire fault, wasn't it?" Brent snapped at Flint and swung his legs over his bed. He sat on the edge of his bed, still glaring at Flint.

"M-my fault?" Flint stammered in confusion. Sam looked up and stared at Brent with a puzzled look.

"You rebuilt the damn machine and now it's your fault we were chased by him! He knew that you'd do it! He watched you after the machine exploded! Why the hell did you rebuild it Flint? Huh? YOU KNEW! HE WATCHED YOU! IF YOU HADN'T BUILT THE STUPID MACHINE IN THE FIRST PLACE, WE WOULD STILL BE EATING SARDINES AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE LIKE IT ALWAYS HAD!" Brent was now on his feet and glared at Flint with pure hatred. Like it always had. Flint knew that they wouldn't stay friends for long. Brent had always hated Flint deep down. Horrified, Sam watched Brent. She looked close to tears. Then she looked at Flint and burst into tears. He watched the both of them. His heart twisted up and he wished he was dead for real. But his anger was boiling inside him too. He just didn't have words for the anger inside him.

"Do you know what's on his record?" Brent replied quietly, but anger ripped through his voice. Flint just shook his head.

"They made him Mayor of Swallow Falls because no other company would take him in for a job! They rejected him everywhere! His criminal record was insane! And do you know why I don't have parents?" Brent shouted at Flint. Shaking, Flint didn't know how to react. Now that he thought about it, WHERE were Brent's parents? Every concert at school, even at Graduation, Brent's parents hadn't showed up. Instead the Mayor had come to every event.

"HE KILLED MY PARENTS! IN FRONT OF ME! I WAS FORCED TO LIVE WITH HIM AND MAKE HIM A MILLIONAIRE WITH HIS SARDAINE COMPANY! You think I want to walk around with people calling me 'Baby Brent'? NO! I ONLY LIKED IT BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKED ME! You came in and ruined EVERYTHING! I only watched and waited for you to end up dead one day! YOUR FATHER EVEN WARNED YOU! He told you to turn off the machine, not only because he knew the invention would end up in a disaster, but ALSO BECAUSE HE KNEW THE MAYOR WAS A NUT! The mayor had made everyone forget about my dead parents, but people still knew he wasn't right in the mind!" Brent was now in tears.

He finished yelling and sat back down on the edge of his bed. A silence echoed through the room. There was a long silence. Brent didn't dare look at Flint. Instead, he lay back down on his bed and turned to the wall. Sam stopped crying and stared at Brent with an unreadable expression. Then she lay back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Flint lay down too. His eyes watered with strong tears. He turned away to the door and closed his eyes. Never had he knew those things about the mayor. Never. He curled up into a tight ball and wished he had his mother by his side. But she was dead.

Why had I even rebuilt the FLDSMDFR? Flint asked himself. Soon he fell asleep with a sick feeling in his stomach.

The next morning there was no sunlight. It was cloudy outside. When Flint woke up, he saw that the nurse had come by. There were trays with breakfast at the foot of each bed. A newspaper lay on Flint's bed. He sat up and saw that Brent and Sam were still asleep. Slowly he reached out and grabbed the newspaper. It was The New York Times. The front page stuck out at Flint like a blow in the head. Here's what it said on the front page:

Mass Breakout from New York State Prison

Late last night there had been several gunshots heard from the 2nd floor. Very early this morning, security guards had found two jail cells empty. The bars in the cell had been cut. The air smelled strangely of marinara sauce. The police are on the lookout. They found no trace of the missing men anywhere. They seemed to have vanished into thin air. The two escaping men were the Mayor of ChewandSwallow and Patrick Patrickson from the Weather News Network. If anyone sees the two criminals, please contact the New York City Police. They have also murdered several lives, so keep your children indoors for the time being.

Flint groaned and looked over at the sleeping bodies of Sam and Brent. No more following the men in the dark blue trench coats. They had to go home and forget this ever happened. He also had to make sure, Brent wasn't angry with him anymore.