Something was very wrong. Bobby knew that. Why else would she be shaking on the floor right now? She didn't know when the spasm had started. She didn't know how long she's been stuck like this. All the red bear plush knew was that this was extremely horrible and she hated every second of it.

"Please... someone help..." Bobby rasped. She prayed someone could hear her pleas, even if she couldn't. That was probably one of the worst things about this whole nightmarish ordeal. Bobby couldn't hear her own voice. How could she be sure that others would? All she could do was try, and so she cried out again.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Or were they? Bobby had lost all track of time. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know if there were others around. Oh please let there be others nearby. She couldn't stand being alone, not when she was in so much agonizing pain. Desperate for attention, the red bear tipped her head back and screamed as loud as she could.

Surely someone would hear her now.