Frank led me up a flight of stairs to a door. We walked outside and I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dark.

"I'm sorry I told him about Pete," I said.

"There's nothing we can do about it now," he said.

Frank took my hand as we both started running. He looked around at the trees surrounding us in the middle of the woods.

"Daddy, we're on an island, there's nowhere to go," I said.

"Fuck," Frank cursed.

There was an alarm in the distance and Frank's eyes widened. He took my hand and pulled me to a large tree surrounded by large rocks. There was a small space underneath the rocks, barely able to fit the both of us as it caved in to a sort of cave shape. Frank laid on his back, me on top of him as he grabbed some sticks and things like that to cover us.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, resting my head on his chest.

Frank shushed me as we heard footsteps.

"I want them found!" Someone shouted.

Frank ran his fingers through my hair, helping to calm me down slightly. We laid like that for hours until we were both cramped and hungry.

"Daddy, I gotta go potty," I whispered.

"Go in your pants, baby," he muttered.

"B-but it's dirty," I whimpered.

"We can't move," he said.

I buried my face into his chest, crying quietly as I peed in my pants.

"It's okay," Frank whispered, rubbing my back.

"I didn't mean to say anything," I cried. "They were hurting you and I was so scared. I-I didn't mean to--"

"You have to be quiet now, baby," he interrupted.

I sniffled, sobbing quietly. There were still footsteps and shouting in the distance. A few hours later we were both dirty and gross, covered in both our piss. My stomach rumbled and I closed my eyes, praying that they weren't able to hear it.

"You should get some rest," Frank whispered.

"R-right here?" I asked.

He nodded and I sniffled, closing my eyes. It wasn't until I had relaxed a bit that I realized just how tired I was. After all this excitement I realized I hadn't slept in almost two days now.

"What about you?" I mumbled.

"I'm okay," he said.

"But you need sleep too," I whispered.

"I was sleeping when they knocked me out, I'm fine," he said.

I nodded softly, snuggling up close to him as I tried my best to ignore how dirty and gross I was. I finally fell asleep in Frank's arms, the grass tickling my skin and a rock poking into my side.

"Baby," Frank whispered, shaking me lightly.

I woke up, picking my head up but flinching when it hit rock.

"They're gone, we need to go now," he said.

We crawled out of our hiding spot and I felt my whole body in pain from laying in that one position for so long. I was stumbling when Frank took my hand and pulled me with him. We got to the edge of the island and I whimpered.

The island cut off at a cliff. I looked over the edge at the waves that crashed against rocks roughly. A bit of dirt fell off the edge of the cliff, falling down to the water. It had to be nearly a hundred foot drop.

"We have to jump," he stated.

I looked at Frank with wide eyes, shaking my head quickly.

"That's the only choice," he said.

"W-we could die," I whimpered.

"If we die then we die together," he said.

My eyes watered, as I looked down at the rough water.

"It's low enough we won't die," he said. "We have to go now."

I shook my head, clinging to his side.

"Baby, we have to," he said. "Either that or you let me take you back. They'll bring you home and you can be happy."

"But you'll die," I whimpered.

"That's okay," he said. "I just want you to be happy."

I shook my head, looking over the edge.

"I'll jump," I said.

Frank nodded, holding my hand. I let out a small cry of fear as we both jumped off the cliff. My stomach did that thing like I was on a roller coaster and I thought I might be sick. I was too scared to even scream, all I could do was hold my breath in pure terror. My skirt blew up around me, cold wind blowing up against my pale skin. Frank's hand held mine tight, giving it a soft squeeze. He didn't even seem scared as we plunged nearly one hundred feet to our possible deaths.

The second my body hit the water I wanted to scream. There was pain all over. Not only from my body colliding with the dense water so forcefully, but also from how freezing cold the water was. I hadn't even thought about the temperature, it was already November.

I felt myself sink lower, my hand losing Frank's nearly immediately. My body was still just paralyzed in fear. I was scared to even move, what if one of my bones were broken?

But then my lungs started to burn. My brain slowly began to function again as I started kicking my feet. My skin felt like it was being pricked, I thought my legs were actually frozen at this point. I could see a bit of light that seemed to get brighter as I neared the surface of the water.

I gasped as I finally broke the surface for air. I looked around but didn't see Frank anywhere. There was a small shore nearby on the island under the cliff, the top of the cliff hanging over to give us shelter and protection from anyone searching.

"Daddy?" I asked. "Daddy!"

I looked around in panic, not seeing him anywhere. I was so hungry, I could feel myself growing tired quickly. If I stayed in any longer I would drown.

There was a gasp behind me and I looked at Frank. His brown hair was wet and matted to his head as a puff of water vapor came from his mouth.

"Come on, we need to get to the shore," he said.

It took everything within me to swim to the shore and by the time I made it to the sand, I thought I might just pass out.

"You were so good," Frank muttered, leaning down to kiss my forehead as I laid on the shore.

"I-it's cold," I whispered.

I was shaking, my teeth chattering as puffs of smoke left my lips with every breath.

"I know, baby, but we can't start a fire or else they'll see the smoke," he said. "Y-you need to get dried off."

We curled up in the corner against the wall of dirt, shielded from the wind. Frank took off his suit jacket, putting it onto my instead.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done," I mumbled.

"N-no, you're perfect," he said. "Y-you shouldn't have told them about Pete but i-if you weren't here with me then I'd still be down there. Y-you were the one to save me this time, baby."

I shivered, pressing my body closer to his.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know," Frank mumbled. "We j-just have to get off this island first, that's the number one priority."

"H-how do we do that?" I asked.

"W-Worst case scenario, we swim," he said.

I looked across the water, the water that was so far and deep I couldn't see a shore on the other side.

"I-it's too far, we wouldn't make it," I said.

Frank wrapped his arms around me tighter as he shivered.

"I-it's so cold," I whimpered.

"I know, we just c-can't start a fire," he said.

I nodded, resting my head against his wet button up shirt.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"S-somewhere North," he said. "It's just so cold."

"Wh-what are we gonna do when we get t-to the land?" I asked.

"We'll j-just go to the bank a-and get some money to buy plane tickets to g-get back home," Frank said.

I nodded my head when a sudden thought occurred to me.

"Casper is still back i-in the hotel!" I cried.

"W-we'll get you a new Casper," Frank whispered, kissing the top of my head.

My lip quivered as I looked up at him.

"B-but you gave me Casper," I whimpered. "H-he was the first thing you've ever given me."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

I cried quietly as his shaky hands ran through my wet, tangled hair.

"I-I'm scared," I whispered.

"So am I," Frank mumbled.

It was so cold out here. How were we ever going to survive? Maybe we would just freeze to death right here. At least we would die here together. We were both so hungry. If we didn't get food soon then we would first die from starvation than the cold. All I've had within the past two days is a cookie and Frank hasn't eaten anything.

"S-so we just need to get to a bank and we can get home?" I asked.

Frank nodded his head and I sniffled. The waves crashed up against the shore roughly, thankfully loud enough so no one would be able to hear us talking at all. We were finally completely alone and secluded and no one would be able to find us here. Unless, of course, in a couple years time they found our dead bodies curled up here and rotting.

"I-I love you, baby," Frank whispered.

"I love you t-too, daddy," I mumbled.

We were slightly dried more now as I pressed myself even closer to Frank. His arms wrapped around me tight as he tried his best to keep me as warm as possible. Our breaths puffed up into steam, quickly dissipating in the frigid air. We curled up together as the two of us shivered in the cold.