Ethan took a deep breath and let go of the fence. He could feel himself fall over. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the ground as he fell towards it. Ethan felt a hand grab his shirt right before he could fall out of reach. Soon, he felt another. Together, the hands pulled him back over the fence and pulled him in a hug. He looked to up to see Mark holding him and looked to his right to see Sean sitting next to them. Both of his friends still had their hands on his shirt. Blank and Anti were standing near. Everyone was sobbing.

"I am so sorry," Ethan started. He felt the hug get tighter.

"Didn't you hear us calling you Ethan?" Sean asked.

"No, I guess the traffic was too loud," Ethan responded.

"Why would you do that?" Mark asked.

"I- I lied. Dark has been in my dreams. I am so sorry. He told me that if I told you guys he would kill you," he cried harder realizing what he had just done.

Mark and Sean looked at each other, shocked. There was a bright flash of light, and a dark figure stood in front of the group.

"You broke the rule, Ethan." Dark stated. He looked pissed.

"Dark! Stop this," Mark commanded.

"You have no power over me, you fool." Dark grabbed Ethan's throat, pulled him away from everyone, and held him in the air. Ethan kicked and flailed. Mark, Sean, Blank, and Anti tried to pull Ethan back down, but he was too strong.

Just as quickly as Dark had appeared, he was gone. Ethan's body fell, unconscious. The four friends, caught him. Dark had taken Ethan's consiousness.

Mark tapped Ethan and called his name to try to wake him up, but nothing worked. He fell to the ground and curled up against the fence. He couldn't process this. Everything was happening too fast. What if he lost Ethan? Mark wouldn't be able to stand himself if he knew Dark had killed Ethan.

"We will get him back," Sean hugged Mark, comforting him. Mark leaned against Sean and cried. That was all he could do right now.

Mark sat in the bright, white room, looking at Ethan lay motionless in the bed.

"Wake up! Please Ethan, I need you," Mark cried to himself. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He couldn't stand seeing Ethan surrounded by machines. Everyone else was home, asleep.

After Ethan hadn't woken up the morning after the incident, Sean and Mark had agreed to take Ethan to the hospital. There, the doctors had informed them that Ethan was in a Toxic-Metabolic Encephalopathy coma. They had no idea when Ethan was going to come out, or if he ever was going to. Of course, Mark and Sean had not told the doctors that a demon had dragged their freind into the coma, but all they could do was hope that Dark would let Ethan go soon.