Alright so I would just like to say that I hate my self for not posting this sooner. Like, seriously. It makes me angry that I'm just a lazy butt.

Anyways, to put it nicely, this chapter sucks.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. BTR isn't mine, nor will it ever be... unless... *laughs evilly*

Kendall had finally made his decision. After ignoring several calls from Logan and his mother, he grabbed a sweatshirt and a granola bar and started out of 2J. He made his way out of the lobby when he realized something pretty significant:

He didn't have a car.

He sighed and looked around, searching for someone he knew who could possibly lend him their car so he could save his friends.

He saw no one.

Camille and her father had set off that morning in order to escape the chaos that was sure to explode at the Palm Woods when the news of the boys' disappearance got out.

Guitar Dude… well he was on a Canadian tour and didn't have a car.

Kendall wasn't about to ask Bitters, especially after all of the stunts they had pulled in his lobby.

This could be a problem.

James couldn't breathe. As hard as he tried, his lungs wouldn't accept the air he tried to fill them with. The pain in his stomach made his vision flash red as he looked around the room, eyes locking on the tall man standing in the corner.

He attempted to call out, but only a desperate squeak escaped his mouth.

He was losing blood and time.

Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze and James found that he could breathe again. His vision returned to normal and he looked around.

Everything seemed to be glowing. Rays of light emitted from every surface, even his own hands.

The world suddenly became blurry. His surroundings became distorted and morphed into each other until everything faded to white.

Everything was white.

The ground.

The sky.

Well, that's all there really was.

Endless white.

An eerie silence hung over the strange place as James attempted to move.

He couldn't.

What was happening?

Just as quickly as the white area had appeared, it vanished to reveal a dark room where a figure rocked back and forth quietly in the corner.

The figures features became clearer and clearer until James recognized the person as Carlos.

And he hadn't never been happier in his entire life.

Logan drove and drove until the worst thing possible happened.

Apparently he hadn't noticed the flashing 'LOW GAS' indicator until it was too late.

Having just enough time to pull over, Logan groaned as the engine sputtered and died.

The 12 police cruisers that had been on his tail for more than 40 minutes surrounded him and he laid his head against the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

He was startled when a strong tap on the window broke him out of his thoughts.

A heavy police officer stood outside and indicated for Logan to roll down the window.

As soon as the window was down enough, the officer's head was inside the car. It was clear that the officer, who's last name appeared to be Newman, was trying extremely hard not to scream in Logan's face.

Instead, he calmly said, "Do you realize what you just did?"

Logan, having never been involved with any police other than Carlos's dad, looked around nervously and muttered,

"Speeding?"

The officer chuckled before immediately becoming serious again.

"Son, you've done more than just speed. We have a warrant for your arrest for not only speeding, but evasion of the police."

Logan's eyes widened in horror.

Arrest?

He couldn't be arrested. He was Logan Mitchell. What would his parents think? He couldn't have a criminal record.

"Please let me explain." Logan pleaded as the officer motioned for him to step out of the vehicle.

"Go ahead, it won't change anything." said Officer Newman as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to lock Logan's hands behind his back.

"Ok so you're probably really not gonna believe me," Logan started.

The cop shoved him in the back seat and proceeded to drive away from Logan's original destination.

"Okay, well… my best friend's girlfriend was killed by that serial murderer that's been going around lately, and then he was all depressed so me and my two other best friends decided to make a plan to cheer him up, and we were almost finished and my two friends were going to LA to finish the plan, and they never came back, and then my other best friend got a call from the murderer saying that we had 12 hours to save them and now we have like, 10." It all came out in a rush and Logan had to take a moment to breathe after finishing.

What Officer Newman said next made Logan's blood boil.

"Yeah right."

Shoot me now. Honestly, I wrote this chapter on a whim. It doesn't even make freaking sense at all. UGHH