I've been waiting for over an hour now. Could this be a prank? From Helen's husband? Or Maggie's boyfriend? Could they be messing with me for whatever reason? Or could it be someone else? Who then? But what if it's not a prank? What if it's real? What if Hazel's captors finally decided to reach out? What if they were really just after money? I mean what else can I offer them? And then it hits me. If they were only after the money then why did they try erasing her from existence?! Isn't it weird? What will they gain from that? Isn't that a bit overrated? Delete someone. And Hazel is also a perfect candidate for this operation until now. With little interactions and almost nonexistent friendships, she seems like an easy dot to terminate. No one will seem to notice but me. Perfectly planned. They seem like a very competent crew for being able to manipulate all these evidences. Phone records. Real state ownership. And even her work place seems useless. Like she never existed in the first place. Isn't that too much when you are only after the cash? Why am I asking too much questions? I wait.

Three hours since I first sat on this dispiriting couch. Still no contact. I'm starting to doubt my sanity.

Five hours. I give up.

I wander around my flat like a drunk person. I wasn't. I think I should, though. I need to be sedated. Or dead. I don't know what will ease the pain more efficiently. I shrug at the thought.

Ding Dong. Doorbell. My doorbell. I rush to the door. Literally rush.

I opened to a void. No one's out there. A folded paper was attached to my doorknob, however. I snatched it and went right back to the sadistic couch. I inhale deeply as I unfold the long expected paper.

Did you expect a demanded fine and where to leave it in this paper? Because this isn't happening. As you see we are a bit ahead of the system. Aren't we pretty cool? Huh? Aren't you impressed? If you still think we're just after the money, then your momma must've hit your damn head. We want to play. Have fun. And we decided that you should join! Yay! Play buddy J now if you are ready to start the game meet us at the same place you last saw your love bird tomorrow at 8 in the morning. Remember that your girl's life is just a bullet away. No one will miss her trust me. Oh yeah, except for you ;) good luck thinking.

P.S. Leave the paper were you find it and we will get it back ourselves. If you try messing with our messenger in anyway, you will find your girl's head next.

I do as instructed. Then I collapse on my bed. I start sobbing. Out of fear? Nervousness? Or the fact that getting her back won't be as easy as I expected? Or I just miss her and it seems like she's not returning as soon as I hope? If she ever returns.