"Haha, that's funny." she said. Brendon could feel his heart drop.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Brendon has been gone since he was 6. He got killed and we never found the murderer. I'm over it now, I had to move on. But if you really are 'Brendon', tell me something only he would know."

"Uh," Brendon said, trying to recall things from his child hood, "I don't remember much but I do remember how you used to give me Toy Story cookies and would play old records while Jude was at school." Brendon was actually surprised he remembered that fact, let alone the name of his brother.

"Brendon, oh my god! Where are you? I'll come get you!" she asked. Brendon smiled but, he was scared on the inside.

"I'm at the phone booth in between Starbucks and McAllister's." he said.

"Okay." Brendon heard the phone hang up and he went over and sat on the bench. He watched his surroundings. It was all coming back to him, a normal life. He didn't know what to expect from here on in, but he was sure excited.

He looked in front of him and saw a car pull up. He saw the familiar face of his mother, but with more wrinkles and age. Grace got out and rushed over, wrapping her arms around her son.

"Oh, Brendon! I've missed you so much!" she said, and pulled away. "But, where were you all these years?"

"I was uh, held captive. Some old lady and two men. They got taken away and I escaped." he said. Grace studied his face, since her little boy had grown up so much. He looked so handsome.

"I saw that on the news, but I heard they only found a girl?" she asked confused.

"I hid. I was terrified. She had only been there for about 4 months, though." he said. He could tell his mother was a little awkward, seeing as the story is a little more weird than she expected.

"Were you alone?"

"Yes, up until Talia came. 15 years I spent abandoned." he said and looked at his toes. Grace lifted his chin up.

"Listen, you're not alone anymore. I'm taking you home. Jude will be happy." she stood up and walked to her side of the car and Brendon in the other side.

Most of the ride was silent, since that's all that Brendon was really used to. Silence. Once they got to the house, Grace shouted.

"JUDE! COME HERE!"

"OKAY, ONE SEC' MOM!" Brendon heard a teenaged boy yell. Jude was only two years older than Brendon. He saw a boy come down the stairs, a rather tall boy. Probably about 6'1, compared to Brendon's 5'9. He looked at Brendon weird, as if analyzing him.

"Do I know you?"

"I'm Brendon."

"Oh, that's cool. I had a brother named Brendon.." Jude said, his voice tinged with pain. Brendon took a step closer.

"You didn't let me finish, I'm Brendon. Brendon Urie." he said. Jude's eyes widened and he looked into Brendon's eyes. He pulled his brother into a hug.

"Where the fuck were you! I thought you were dead." he said, tears coming from his eyes.

"I'll explain later." Brendon said, holding Jude closer.

Grace left the room while they were hugging and came back in with Boyd. She whispered in his ear, which Brendon probably guess was her saying who he was. Boyd looked over, his jaw dropped. He walked over and joined the boy's hug, along with Grace.

"I missed you all so much." Brendon muttered between tears. The Urie's stayed in each others embrace for a long time, and Brendon could never get sick of it.