“What?!” I whisper-yelled at her.

“You know, the gan-”

“I know what you mean, just… how? Why? Whe-”

“Shut up in there or I’m killing you both!!” screamed Tommy.

We both immedeatly ceased talking, and though it didn’t do much help, temporarily ceased breathing, trying to look through the cracks in her closet door to see what he was doing.

“Yo Tom, they both here?” we see a mysterious individual walk in.

“Yeah, but they’re nothing to us. They were just in the way. I say we leave them in there for a while until we’re done.”

“A’ight.”

After that, they’re gone. When they’ll return, we haven’t an idea.

Great. I guess I’ll have to do my therapy session from in here.

But suprisingly enough, she just sits there, gazing through the cracks as if hoping Tom would come back saying, “You’ve just been Punk’d.” with Ashton Kutcher by his side.

“Brie? You okay?” I ask, starting to worry.

She looks at me with her blue-green eyes and grabs me in a tight embrace, beginning to cry.