"Okay, are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Asked Stephanie. She and Mark were going to look around and search for the alternate location, and because Nate wasn't the best at walking, they decided that he should stay in the motel room.

"I'll be fine. Besides, I'll be able to practice my walking." He shrugged. "Now, go ahead."

Steph nodded as she and Mark left the room and locked the door behind them.

Two hours later...

Nate had finally started functioning normaly now, no longer restricted by his wounds.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. "Hello? Anyone home?" Said a voice on the other side of the door.

"Uh, yeah. Is there something you need?" Asked Nate. He opened the door, as he normally would have, but he instantly regretted it when he saw the man on the other side of the door.

"Pleased to see you again, Nathan." Said the man on the other side. He pointed a gun at Nate's head. "Would you care to come with me?"

Nate stumbled back, falling into the bathroom. The man walked into the motel room, closing the front door behind him.

Nate slammed the bathroom door, buying himself almost no time. The man forced open the door, knocking Nate to the floor. Before he could get up, the man picked him up by the collar and brought him face to face with him.

"Actually, skip the travel. Let's skip to answers. Where is Matthew Patrick?" He demanded.

"W-what?!" Nate was confused. "Matt is alive?"

"Don't play dumb with me. He escaped, but when he was recaptured, he disappeared, along with another prisoner. We found their captor tied up in the security room. He couldn't have escaped on their own, so where is he?!"

"I-I don't know!" Nate tried to protest.

"Wrong answer." The man smashed him against the bathroom mirror. Nate grunted.

"I swear, he's not here!" Nate yelled.

The man smashed him against the mirror again. "Last chance. Where is he?" Asked the man.

Thus time, Nate had a plan. He picked up a soap bottle, with a metal decorative case over it. "Listen. I don't know where he is." 

"Well then. Goodnight." The man said. With triple the force, the man pulled back, but when he shoved Nate forward, Nate raised the soap bottle and smashed it against the mirror.

The smash shocked the man, allowing Nate to escape. Grabbing a peice of broken glass, Nate stabbed him in the leg, then tripped him.

The man laid there, panting. "Go ahead. Finish me off." He tainted.

Nate hesitated. Then he opened the front door. "Go." The man was confused. "GO NOW!" He yelled.

Trying to avoid death, the man limped out the door, as fast as he could go. Nate, still in shock, closed the door behind him.