Patrick Connelly was pacing in front of the television when the phone rang. Stumbling down the hallways to the kitchen, he grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Have you found her yet?"

"Regrettably not," a crisp voice resounded over the phone. "But we have found out something we thought you might like to hear."

Patrick frowned. "What is it?"

"After we followed your daughter's note to Carleton University, we did find a bunch of hostages just outside one of the buildings-"

"Was my daughter-"

"Again, your daughter was not found," the officer cleared his throat loudly. "But several people have given us descriptions of the berserk murderer."

"Murderer?" Patrick echoed.

"It seems that a young lady of around seventeen years old, with blonde hair and dark blue eyes, went crazy and started firing at will. Several people were killed."

"What are you saying-"

"Your daughter, sir. She open fired on several people, including your ex-wife, killing and injuring others."

"WHAT?" Patrick yelled into the phone. Sweat broke out on his forehead. "How dare you even suggest something like that?! My daughter would never-"

"Every single hostage witnessed it. They said she was the one holding the gun."

Patrick stared at the phone incredulously. "The Night Hunters- the ones who took Mel! They must have killed them and framed her for it!"

"We're reviewing all possibilities, Mr. Connelly," the police officer said. "Including the possibility that your daughter may be innocent- we have not found any hard evidence against her yet."

"I see," Patrick passed his hand through his messy hair.

"If your daughter contacts you in any way, or happens to show up at your house, please give us a call," the officer said. "If you do not call us, then you are violating the law, and can face charges up to a lifetime in prison. Do you understand me, Mr. Connelly?"

"I understand."

"Have a goodnight, Mr. Connelly."

"Thank you officer."

Patrick hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment in silence.

"My daughter would never ever do something like that!" Patrick hissed. "Never ever ever!" he rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I need a beer."

Then he grabbed his coat and hat, and went out.

'This is the Connelly residence. Please leave a message'


"Hi dad, it's me… I was just calling to tell you that I'm fine. I'm… uh… kind of in trouble with the cops, so I've decided to split for awhile. I'm sure you've found out about me being kidnapped and all that by now… I was kidnapped, and then there was a bit of a mix up… Don't worry- I didn't kill anyone. That was a mistake, a bad mistake. The thing is, other people don't think it's a mistake. Other people think I did it and are looking for me right now. But don't worry! I'm with my friends, and they're taking care of me, so I'll be okay.

"So I'm not coming back, at least not for a long time. I hope you can forgive me.

"I love you…"