My eyes flutter open and I find myself in a dark room, my hands tied together and strapped to the back of a chair. "Hello," I call out, hearing my echo. "Where am I? What is this place?" "Ah, you stupid heroes just never learn, do you," a menacing voice asks, startling me. A tall, skinny, dark-skinned, dark-haired lady in a black and green suit walks in front of me. "Who are you," I ask. "Tanya," the woman replies. "Tanya Monroe." "What do you want from me," I ask. "From you, nothing," she replies. "Actually, yes, I do want something." "What," I ask. She smirks, "Your adoptive aunt."

  My heart practically jumps into my throat. She wants Auntie Tasha! I can't let that happen! "Never," I say. "You'll never get to her!" Tanya snorts, "That's funny! You're very funny." I glare at her. Suddenly, she growls, pulls out a blade, and holds it to my throat. "Now," she says. "Where is Tasha Davenport!?" I give no reply. "Fine," she says. "Then I'll kill you." "Go ahead," I say. "You're not hurting me." She smirks, "How about if I kill pretty little lover boy? What's his name? Chase?" I start to feel sick with worry, but I feel anger starting to boil up inside of me. She must have been the one who took Chase! "Don't you dare do anything to him, you-you monster," I scream.

  She cackles, "Then, I'll kill the rest of your pathetic family, finally getting revenge on Tasha!" I give a scream of frustration, also suddenly wondering why this woman wants revenge on Tasha. "Now, you just sit back, relax, and watch me destroy your pathetic little family." "No," I cry. Tanya turns to look at me, "But don't worry. I'll take you out first so you don't have to deal with the pain of losing your loved ones." She points a gun at me and my whole body weakens with fear. "Don't worry," she says, menacingly. "This will be quick and-" Before she can finish her sentence, Auntie Tasha sprints up behind her and hits her on the back of the head with her purse. "That's right, sister," Tasha says to Tanya. "You mess with my family, you mess with me! Never underestimate the damage a purse can do." "Go, Auntie Tasha," I cheer.

  "Then I suddenly realize that Tasha just called Tanya, 'sister.' I am stunned at realizing this but I don't have time to ask Auntie Tasha about it before she starts pulling me away. As we run and try to find a way out of Tanya's lair, I ask, "Auntie? How do you know Tanya and how does she know you? Can you please tell me what's going on?" "I'll tell you everything later, sweetie," says Tasha. "Right now, we need to get out of here." "How is everyone else," I ask. "Did you find a way out?" "Yes," she replies. "Once we realized that you were gone, we all put our heads together and found a way to escape." "So, all the tension is gone," I ask, hopefully. "Actually, no," she replies, dully. "Things are still chaotic." My heart sinks, "Oh."

  We keep running and finally find a way out and back into the desert. "Well, at least we're not trapped in a sandy lair anymore," I think. Everyone looks relieved. "Lyrica, Tasha," they cry, running to us. Chase engulfs me in a tight hug and picks me lightly up off my feet. I hug him back tightly. He kisses the side of my neck softly. "Are you okay," he asks, worried. "I'm fine, Little Genius," I reply. "I promise." He hugs me tighter. When he finally lets go of me, everyone else hugs me at the same time. "We're so sorry that we weren't paying attention," says Leo. "I'm sorry for what I said about you messing up," says Bree.

  They all start apologizing to me. "Well, I forgive all of you but, shouldn't you all be apologizing to each other," I ask. They all release me from the hug and give cries of defiance, starting to argue again. "C'mon, guys, don't fight," I cry. I bury my face in Chase's chest. Once we're ready to find our way out of the desert, Chase picks me up in his arms and starts to carry me home, everyone following close behind, still arguing. I snuggle closer to Chase's chest and start crying. He tries to comfort me, but I will only be comforted when this abnormally crazy family is back to normal crazy.