Billy couldn't see anything. His eyes felt like they were as heavy as boulders, weighing down his face, dragging down his shoulders, making him collapse into himself. His head was covered by a bag, thick and smelling of wood, along with some others he didn't want to think about. He heard the laughter of the people who had done this to him, who had plans for him that he also didn't want to think about. He couldn't help worrying about Jane, the only girl he ever loved. How would she get to school without him? Oh, she could keep the beast and she has Ben, just in case the car breaks down. What if my brother comes to mess with her? No, he wouldn't do that… Who would watch her movies with her, or bring over the Chinese food just the way she liked it? Who would help her with pesky zippers, or talk to her about her hectic day at work? Who would walk her to and from her classes? Who would she sit with at lunch? Who would love her the way that he did, unconditionally and selflessly, even though he thought she could never love him?

All these thoughts ran with the noisy jangle and frightening clink of skeletons through his mind. He thought that this would be the last moment he'd have, worrying about Jane, listening to his capturers laughs, that this would be his last walk. Suddenly, their laughing was stopped abruptly. A voice, angry, murderous, frightened, and filled with an emotion he'd never thought he'd hear again.

"What do you guys think you're doing?" Jane. They laughed again, horrible sounds.

"What, are you hear to save him?" Billy felt a jab in his back and tried his best to remain upright.

"Don't you touch him."

"What are you going to do about it if I do?" Billy heard the click of Jane's shoes and smiled, thinking of how Jane the sound was.

"Don't make me show you."

"Ooh, okay. If you don't want me to touch him, how about I-" Billy cut him off.

"Don't touch her. Just do whatever you want to me, don't touch her."

"Listen-" The rough voice was silenced quickly, as was everyone else's quiet whispering, instead replaced with rough smacks. He felt the rough hands that had been holding his arms behind his back-stupid, since his hands were tied-loosen, before they disappeared completely. One last thud, and then familiar warm, hands were on him. He felt quick hands untying his hands, then his hands were free and he flexed them. The hands fell away, going to remove the bag.

"Jane, wait… you might not want to see-"

"Billy, don't be ridiculous. You can't keep walking around with this bag on your head." She removed the bag and dropped it on the pavement in the alley, faint orange light coming from the solitary lamp post. He saw her shake her head at the damage that had been done to his face, then draped one of his arms around her shoulders.

"Let's go. We need to clean you up." They stepped around the male bodies littered on the ground, both trying to make sense of what had happened to them that had turned their normal day into something that neither of them could've predicted.