While Steph kept her eye on the shattered window, Mark worked on barricadeing the door with furniture. Nate started up A.N.N, praying that no one had attacked the computer in its unprotected state. By some miracle, it was okay, save for the cracks on the screen, presumably from his struggle on the night he was kidnapped.

Mark and Steph came behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Mark, can you watch the window? It's a little...vulnerable." She bit her lip from embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to pay for that, by the way." Nate said, looking directly at her.

Mark nodded and went to watch the window shattered by Steph, while Nate went directly to a link where they could get a couple of fake IDs.

"So what's the plan? I mean, fake IDs fall under breaking the law, right? What are we supposed to do once we save Matt?" Asked Nate.

She thought for a second. "We wipe those IDs off the face of the earth, as well as anything we do with those. We still have our real IDs with us, so we can go back to our real lives."

"It's not that easy to just wipe a crime off the face of the earth." He said.

"It is when you have the deep Web. On the night we got attacked, Matt and I found a site that will do anything for $10,000." She said. "Luckily, I have the money, but it means that I have to dip into insurance." She took a deep breath. "But that doesn't matter for now. Let's just get the IDs and get a pickup place." She said.

Nate nodded and continued searching. But as it got later in the night, their nerves got all the more tense. Mark wasn't even blinking as he stared through the window, Stephanie had taken the trouble of throwing some more small pieces of furniture in front of the door, and Nate, from his paranoia, had unintentionally slowed down looking.

Event, he clicked the "send request" button, and sat back. "Now, we wait." He said.

At that mom, they heard a faint voice outside. "Crede mihi, una est ex hic." Stephanie's eyes went wide. Latin! She thought, slightly panicked. They must be back! "Come on, we can't let them catch us. Or know we're alive." She whispered. Urging Mark to come over, they silently helped Nate up and into the darkened corner.

"Si vero mortuus fuero, qui online?" Said the voice. Little did the attacker know, Steph was trying to translate. If he's... Not there... Who.... Online? If he's not there, then who's online? She guessed.

"Non curo si est inane, si me non sinit eum vivere rursus abire." He continued. No care... It is... Insane? I am... No Get away again, if alive. Was there an 'if' in there? So, No care if it is insane, I am no get away again if alive? Oh, wait. Don't care if it is insane, I am not going to let him get away again, if he's alive!

"Insidiantes fenestram frangitur." Stephanie didn't need to translate to know that he was talking about the shattered window. They held their breath, praying that he wouldn't come in through the window. So he turned around, walked away, and he didn't come in through the shattered window.

Instead, he came through through the door. Shocked, Nate fell over, alerting the attacker of their position. Stephanie perked around the corner, checking to see if he was in the area, and unfortunately, he was. Grabbing her arm, he held a knife to her throat, and guided her to stand in front of Nate and Mark.

"Stand up! Hands up!" He shouted. Nate raised his hands, but Mark stood up. "Help him up!" He shouted. Mark made eye contact with Stephanie, who mouthed only one word. "Stall."

So he spent as long as he could "helping" Nate up. While he was doing that, Stephanie moved her other hand to the desk. Placing her hand on a Compass from a math set, she felt the sharp tip on her fingers. Acting quickly, she jabbed it into her attacker's arm. Just after he let go, she jabbed in into his neck, without thinking. Luckily, the tip not being to large, it didn't go in too deep, and all tat happened was his neck started bleeding.

Holding his neck, he tried to attack her, but Mark quickly threw table leg at his head, knocking him out.

Out of breath, Stephanie looked at Mark and Nate. "Nate, you check the computer. And Mark, you help me move the body. I'll fix his wounds. We don't want to be arrested for murder."