"This can't be happening . . . This can't be happening!"

Daphne began pacing again. She always did when she was nervous . . . she felt there was nothing she could do. She felt she wasn't the smartest of the gang; pacing was the only thing she could think of doing in these situations.

"Daph . . ." Shaggy watched Daphne pace back and forth between the door and the body. "Daphne –

"WHAT? WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO, SHAGGY?" Daphne cried, making Shaggy jump. "That poor man! What happened to him?" She couldn't take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. She wrapped her arms around herself; the cold was beginning to burn her skin.

It took all the effort, but Shaggy took a few steps toward the man. He knelt down and scanned the body for clues. He looked at the shiny gold badge; it read: ALLAN WHITE: SECURITY.

"Security guard . . ." Shaggy mumbled, as he stood back up. "We've got to get out of here."

"How?"

Shaggy started scanning the area. "I mean, I'm not the smartest out of all of us," he said half-jokingly. "Like, I wish Velma was here . . . she'd know what to do."

"Fred, too," Daphne shivered, sliding down against the freezing metal, her breath pluming. "Oh, my God. I hope whoever killed that poor man isn't still out there."

"I know . . ." Shaggy said, as he sat next to Daphne.

"I don't get it. This whole thing just doesn't make sense. We were after a mad scientist ghoul this time . . . usually they're just a stupid guy in a mask after money or whatever it is. It's never this bad."

"I know. We've got to tell the police about this after the rest of the gang finds us."

"Shaggy, it's been hours. They should've found us by now."

"No, it hasn't."

"Well, it sure feels like it." Daphne felt tears spring to her eyes.

Shaggy noticed this and immediately felt uncomfortable; he never knew what to do in these situations. Daphne wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her head in them.

"Hey . . . Daph . . . Daphne."

"It's over. We're dead."

Shaggy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and, to his surprise, she didn't pull away.

"No, we're not. Scoob's nose will find us. It'll be okay."

"W – What if they're dead, too?" Daphne cried, looking at Shaggy.

Shaggy felt a pang of fear. The "what ifs" sprang to his mind, but he quickly shook them away – it was not the time to panic: He was getting colder and colder by the second and he could feel the fatigue starting to creep up.

"Like, don't even talk like that," Shaggy said as Daphne laid her head on his shoulder. "We'll get out of here. They're alright, okay?"

"Yeah . . . Probably . . . I just feel like we're sitting ducks."

"No, we're not."

"What're you –

Daphne followed Shaggy's gaze. Then, she found herself looking up to the ceiling – The ceiling!

"Shaggy! You're a genius!" Daphne saw what looked like a vent up on the ceiling. "A way out!"

"I know," Shaggy grinned. "Here, I'll go first."