The two rushed outside to follow Stanley to wherever he could be heading.

Jordan and Melody hid behind a wall and peeked their heads out, spotting Stanley eyeballing a store in front of him. It looked to be a hardware store of sorts. Stanley breathed in and out before stepping toward the doors and entering the place.

"Why do you think he's there?" Jordan whispered.

"Who knows?" Melody shrugged. "But we can't lose focus on what's important here."

After a while, Stanley left the store with a plastic bag filled with some contents in his hand.

"I sure hope Hilary likes this." He said to himself. "This is such a delightful gift; I'm glad the store opened up late." With a skip and a hop, Stanley made his way back to the apartment at full speed.

Jordan scratched his chin as he watched his doppelganger in action. Maybe he's not bad after all? Jordan shook his head, trying to contemplate the scene. No, wait, I know nothing about him, but I don’t know anything about that brunette, either. But that gift, what could it be?

"Hey!" Melody hissed, interrupting Jordan's thoughts. "Get your mind out of the gutter and pay attention! Stanley left, and we gotta go catch him."

"Oops, sorry, but I—"

The sounds of a horn screeching and slammed brakes got their attention. As a car swerved and crashed into a fire hydrant. Melody and Jordan adjusted their heads toward the scene and saw a familiar man on the ground, bleeding from the head, and having let go of the bag in hand.

"Oh no, Stanley!" Melody cried. She rushed over as the person got out of the car and took out their phone to dial a number.

"I'm sorry! Is he going to be alright?" The driver cried, tears forming in their eyes.

"Who knows, but hurry and call someone!" Jordan exclaimed.

After a while, an ambulance arrived as workers stepped out with a stretcher in tow. They picked up the unconscious body, plopped him on the gurney, and tossed him into the back of the car.

"What took you so long?" Melody thundered. "He could be dead by now!"

"Look, we're sorry, it took us a while to get here." One of the workers replied, tipping their hats.

"But in the middle of the night?"

"Calm down!" Jordan exclaimed, raising his hands. "Can you get it done?" He asked the workers.

"We'll try, we can't rush things here."

"I tried hitting the brakes, but—" The driver tried to explain without sounding like a blubbering mess.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought." One of the workers whispered to the other as they touched the body. "He might not make it."

The other worker's eyes widened in shock. "Are you kidding me? We got to hurry then!" The two went back to the car and drove off.

Melody and Jordan stood there, speechless over what happened. They eventually walked back to Willow's View once the air grew damper in the dead of night.

After entering Melody's room, she locked the door and slumped against the wall. They both stayed silent as Melody fell into a fetal position, and Jordan stood, lowering his head. Neither of them were sure what to say to change the subject, considering what they had just experienced.

A loud knock banged on the door and called out to Melody. "Hello? Are you there?"

"Uh oh, I think that's Hilary." Melody raised her head and spoke up. "Jordan, you need to hide." She walked over to him and whispered.

Melody picked Jordan up and pushed him into the cabinet before closing it. She then headed for the door and unlocked it to open. Hilary rubbed her eyes and stretched her hands as she entered the room.

"Uh, sorry about that, hi." Melody greeted her.

"Hey," Hilary replied with a yawn. "I heard some noise outside my room." She mentioned, scratching her chin. "Not to mention, I can't find Stanley anywhere." Melody's heart dropped. "Have you seen him? Do you have any idea where he could be?"

"No, not at all." Melody lied. "He probably went out for a walk or something. I'm sure he'll be back soon."

"Huh. I guess Stanley must have a hard time sleeping lately." Hilary shrugged. "Oh well, sorry to bother you."

"Good night." Melody waved as the door closed behind Hilary.