Running away from your fears is a race you'll never win, which is why you have to run towards them.

Hah, no thanks, I'll keep my distance.

Cash woke up again, this time at a decent time, about 8 in the morning. He arched his back, stretching. As he did so, he noticed the door was open.

He panicked for a moment while looking around to make sure everything was still where it was supposed to be. When he didn't notice anything missing, he feel back down relieved. "I probably just left it open after my shower." He put his arm around Charlie, looking forward to a day of relaxing with her.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to plan the day.

"I'm sure she'll want to have one of my smoothies. Maybe I should just go to the kitchen and wait for her to wake up. I should surprise her with breakfast or something!"

Cash got up, tip toeing out the door, thinking nothing was wrong. As he quickly walked off, something crossed his mind. "Why were the covers so big on Charlie's side of the bed? Usually she get's really hot and pushes them my way..." he widened his eyes, racing back to the room

He immediatly striped the bed, noticing that a bunch of pillows had replaced Charlie's body. "What the hell?" Cash spun around the room, looking for any sign of Charlie being near. "Charlie?!" he called out.

No response.

Cash spotted an object on the ground, near the dresser. He carefully picked it up, and a small amount of dust flew off. "Is this.. Is this Charlie's journal?"

He opened it up, starting to read through the entries. It dated back to around 9 years ago. Cash flipped through the pages, till he spotted his name, reading what she had written.

So, this Cash kid is my assistant and I can't tell you how annoying he is being! Oh my gosh I can't stand him much longer. Every time I try to work with Newt, he gets in the way and continues to flirt with me! Could he-

He had had enough.

What had he done wrong?

Looking back at what he remembered, Newt was the annoying one, and Cash was getting all the love. It didn't make any sense.

*****

Charlie sprinted out the door, which leaded her not outside, but into a familiar area. She stopped, taking in the dark room, that had ant sized flashing lights all around. "No."

She placed her hand on a scanner, placed against the wall, and had it read the hand. Screens started to show, hovering over desks, and keyboards.

"Welcome... Charlie." the room lit up, showing the headquarters that she and Delilah had used ever since they escaped WICKED.

*****

"Newt, which way do I go now?" Delilah had been regretting leading since the first turn. Maybe she didn't remember this place as well as she thought she did. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had never had to navigate the air vents.

"I think we go right?" Apparently Newt didn't know his way around

either, seeing as the group had been forced to turn around twice.

    Delilah rolled her eyes, turning to the left, since Newt was not so good at directions. She started to hear voices, then slowed down, causing everyone to run into her.

    "Hey! What's the hold up?!" Thomas shouted.

    Delilah cocked her head, even though there was barely any room to fit, and she glared at Thomas. "Shut. Up." she whispered.

    As they came to near an opening, they all squeezed in, sitting around a small vent like preschoolers on carpet squares. Delilah watched as Ava Paige came into the room below, along with someone Delilah had never seen, and paced around.

    "What do you mean you can't find them?! Bad enough we could never find those girls who ran away." Delilah's heart sunk hearing that they had been looking for her and Charlie.

    The sound of Ava Paige yelling broke her out of her thoughts. "We've had too many people disappear. I want that fixed, ASAP! Do you understand?"

Just then another man, who seemed to be a guard, burst into the room. "We have something." He told Ava after taking a moment to catch his breath. "I think we found some of them."