Brendon had fallen asleep as soon as he laid down. Which left Ryan to find a way to entertain himself in a room with no computer and no television. Thank the heavens for cellphones. He pulled his out and saw he had a missed call from his mother. And a few texts from his other family members.

Dad: 700 hours

Mom: I called you.

Sister One: See you in 5 hours.

Bother: C U Fag

Sister Two: I can't wait to meet your husband, Ryro! ♥♥

Ryan smiled and replied back to his family members.

Ryan: Mission setback. 800-900 hours.

Ryan: I'm calling back now mother.

Ryan: Maybe in 6 or 7.

Ryan: Fuck off, Trevor.

Ryan: He's just as excited :)

Ryan searched through his contacts for his mother's number. When he found it he called. The phone rung exactly four times before she answered it.

"Hello, sweetie."

"Hello mother?"

"Is the road as easy as I said."

"There's been a slight setback. My husband was having a few problems so we stopped for a bit. I hope that you didn't have anything planned mother. Brendon would just hate it if he knew he'd inconvenienced anyone." Ryan knew that might nit be true. But he wanted his family to like Brendon. So sometimes he had to tell white lies or stretch the truth a little.

"Its not too big a worry. We'all just make the breakfast a brunch. I hope everything is fine. Is my grandchild alright?"

"Yes mother, it was nothing as major as all that. Normal pregnancy things and all that."

"Well tell Brendon we are all very excited to meet him."

"Of course-" Ryan was interrupted by screaming below him.

"Help us! Help! We're locked in here! Please help us!"

"Goodness son, what is that?"

"Television. I'll call you back mother." He hung up without waiting for her reply.

"Ryan?" Brendon's voice was deep with sleep. "Ryan what is that?"

"I don't know baby. But I'm sorry it woke you. Go back to bed and I'll go see to it."

"I can go back to sleep with all that yelling." He sat up in the bed and kicked his legs over the side to stand up. "I'll go with you."

"Fine. But stay behind me."

"Okay."

Brendon walked behind Ryan to the elevator. Ryan pressed the button and they waited for it to come. It arrived and they got on. Ryan assumed the noise was coming from the first floor so he pressed for the home floor. Brendon held onto his arm to keep steady in the unsteady lift. It stopped on the first floor and when it did, Ryan saw a man in a hat rush past them towards the lobby area. He waited a few seconds before following with Brendon.

They didn't know what to think of the scene in front of them. There were six men in the lobby, one being the man who just passed them. One was practically naked and beating on a window. Another looked to be extremely intoxicated. He was the one scream for help. A long haired man was kicking at the door while another man was scolding him. And the last man was standing there in as much shock as Ryan and Brendon were in.

"Pete?" The man called out hesitantly. Like he was hoping he was wrong about who it was.

"Patrick?" The man in the towel turned and rushed to the other. His towel must have caugt on a nail or something because it snatched from around him and was hanging under the window. But that didn't stop him from hugging 'Patrick'.

"Pete where are your clothes?!" Patrick began pulling out of his cardigan. He tied it around Pete like a skirt to cover his parts.

"Where were you? I was so worried!"

"He really was." The man at the door backed up his story.

"Oh was he?" The scolding man asked. "And how do you know so much about him and their relationship?"

"I don't!" The man out his hands up in surrender. "Hey, you're bleeding dude!" He told the man with all the tattoos.

"Andy you're bleeding! Like blood!" The drunk man yelled.

"Am I?" He reached up to touch his face.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Ryan was shocked by Brendon's loud voice beside him.

"I'll tell you!" The naked man walked towards them. "Those doors and  those windows are locked. Unbreakable. We're stuck in here!"

"What? That's ridiculous!" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure, Pete?" Patrick asked him.

"Yeah. We both tried first." The man with the straight hair told them.

"Why do you keep cosigning for him?" The mean one sneered.

"I'm not!"

"Why would the doors be locked? Who would want to trap us inside?" Ryan yelled to the crazy people.

"Me." They all looked to where the sound came from. The door behind the front desk. And there stood the girl from before. The girl with the bright hair. Smiling.