*Jimmy's POV*
"Oh my god." I whispered to myself. I hit my phone screen furiously. "Please answer!" My eyes started to fill up with tears, and I couldn't hold back the urge to cry anymore. I hung up, and called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" A voice asked on the other line.
"P-please help!" I muttered, a tear rolling down my cheek. "My g-girlfriend! Sh-she's gone!"
"What happened, sir?" A voice asked. "Are you okay?"
"Obviously not!" I snapped, then rolled my eyes even though they couldn't see me. "My girlfriend was taken! I-in a dark purple-y van!"
"Could you describe your girlfriend to us, sir?"
"Her name is Malina McCullough. Sh-she has dark brown, wavy hair and bright blue eyes." Countless tears kept rolling down my cheek.
"Oh! You're Jimmy Fallon, right?" The voice asked. "You both are on Saturday Night Live!"
I rolled my eyes. "That's not the point!" I snapped. "Please, listen! She was taken in a plum colored van around 30 Rockefeller Center." I explained, surprisingly not stuttering, which I usually do when I'm nervous as hell.
"We will do everything we can, sir. Is there anything else we need to know?"
"No, that's it I think." I replied, and then I hung up.
I looked in my rear view mirror, and noticed that my face was flushed. Then, I suddenly got nauseous. I stepped out of the car, and puked on the grass. I felt eyes on me.
"Jimmy?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, and saw Lorne Michaels standing behind me with a concerned face. "Is everything okay?"
"No." I replied. I closed my eyes for a long time, and opened them. My vision was blurry, and Lorne was looking at me.
"What's going on?" Lorne asked, putting his hands in his pocket. I looked down, trying to absorb what just happened.
"Malina," I whispered. Lorne raised an eyebrow, and took a few steps toward me.
"What about Malina?" Lorne asked. I closed my eyes again, still feeling sick to my stomach.
"Sh-she's gone." I muttered. "Someone took her." Lorne's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.
"Are you okay, man?" Lorne put his hand on my shoulder, and gave me a warm smile.
"Say your girlfriend is kidnapped. Do you really think you would be okay?" I snapped. Lorne's smile faded, and he looked down.
"I have to go." I walked passed Lorne, and hopped into my car. Without a word, I took off.
*The next day*
I walked into the men's dressing room, and saw Darrell Hammond, and Horatio Sanz. When they noticed me, their smiles faded. Darrell walked over to me. "Hey," He said. I turned around, and Darrell grimaced. I looked over at the mirror, and saw that my skin was pale, and I had dark circles under my eyes.
"You okay?" Darrell asked. I ran my fingers through my hair, and looked up. I was up all night last night. I didn't get any sleep whatsoever. I suddenly got nauseous again, and I ran to the bathroom.
I was a complete mess. Malina is gone, and I felt like I belonged in a mental
hospital.