Later that day, the boys came home, but they noticed that the door was locked and all the windows were closed.

Brendon to the door and started knocking.

"Tyler! Open up! It's us!"

Nobody heard Tyler from inside the house. Brendan immediately suspected something was wrong.

He turned to the other boys.

"We're gonna have to pry he door open."

He looked at Mark.

"Mark, you go around and find a way in."

Once he told everyone what to do, the six kindly boys went to go grab something to pry open the door, while Mark went around and opened a window to get into the house.

When he got inside, he found Tyler laying on the floor unresponsive.

Before he could do something, the six kindly boys pried the door open, but were too late. They all rushed to Tyler's side.

"He isn't breathing!" Brendon cried. "Check the laces!"

"But there is no laces!" Gerard cried.

"Then check the comb!"

"But there is no comb!" Dallon cried.

Ryan looked and saw the poisoned half of the apple on the floor next to Tyler's hand.

When he picked it up, Brendan slapped it out of his hand.

"Poison!"

"What?" Ryan cried. "No!"

He started crying.

"Tyler no! Please don't leave us!"

"Is he, dead?" Pete asked, almost crying.

Mark looked upon Tyler, still seeing life in the motionless boy.

"But, he doesn't look dead. He looks somehow alive."

"He must be under a spell." Frank added.

"We'll keep him in a glass coffin, until the day he awakens."

"But who will protect him?" Dallon asked.

"The birds." Brendon said. "And us."