Collon pov- I sprint up to the Achachallas door and knock aggressively loud. I see Mr Achachalla come to the door looking at me. "What Do You-" He doesn't even have time to finish his sentence before Spooker is up in his face saying that Toast and Ghost have both been captured and they need help to get them back. I sort of watch the older man jolt and look at Spooker and I like we were insane. I know we look insane but we aren't! He then suddenly slams the door. Shouting at us in anger, probably for the very rude interruption and unexpected show. "WH-WHAT NOW?!?!" I hear Spooker cry. I jolt and then realize that we have no help! I grab Spooker's arm looking at him. "Spooker! We Have To Focus! Ghost and Toast Are Depending On Us! If we have to act alone, so be it! But we can't give up if pur friends lives are on the line."

Spooker Pov- I look to face Collon as the man's words fill my head. I stop and calm down. I feel like I could break down over and over and over again, and he and his words will still be the same. Have the same effect. The kind of feeling where someone you know can say the most encouraging words without even knowing it at the time! What is this feeling? This feeling of pride, this feeling of security around one person where you just want to give them the world to show that you care for them like no one else would. Is it, love? I set my thoughts aside and I nod, looking at Collon. "Y-Yeah....both Johnnys are depending on us to save them." Him and I then turn and run back to the Totallywhitevan and drive off, looking for clues that would give us any hint of where Ghost and Toast were. And may be when their safe. I can ask Ghost what this weird feeling is that I'm feeling. But not not. We have different things to worry about.

Toast pov- I am roughly beaten almost hourly now. It starts with an insult, then an offensive comment, then a punch, a snarl, a laugh and another punch and kick. It was an onslaught of it. Over and over and over. I don't know where I am anymore. I don't know if sirs ok. I can't hear anything despite my useless screams and crys for help, or my crys of stop to whoever was punching me at the time. I, don't know how long I can take it. I hope to the lord in his kindness he gives me the strength to continue, or even to have someone. Anyone. Looking for sir and I.

Ghost pov- I feel sharp cuts across my stomach and arms. I feel them continuously cut along some line on me. I know I've been seperated from Toast, but these walls are so hallow and thin. I can hear his crys out for help. It crushes me to hear him. He sounds so scared and in pain. And for some reason, I want to inflict more damage on Maxwell, Jimmy and Gavin for hurting him. I don't know why. But I do, is it my new instinct? That I need to hurt the person that hurt my partner, even worse? I sure hope so. Cause when I get out of these bonds. I'm killing all three of them and I don't care what they throw at me. I'll slaughter them like they did my sanity.

(This was one of Collon's moments to shine in this chapter. Cause he's hopeful in the most hopeless situation and gives others that same hope that he sees.)