Sunday, November 4th

So, I left you when we were in the trunk of a very tiny car. While riding in the trunk, we discussed our plans. "I think when we get out, we should try hitting them over the head with something," Sean suggested. "Like what," we all asked. " IDK." And yes, he really did say IDK.

We were all sitting there, actually laying there, when we heard, "I can help you under one condition." What!?" we all shouted at once. "You help me find George Clooney." It was Cullen!!!

So, Cullen had been kidnapped too. Strange, if he hadn't managed to escape himself, how was he going to help us escape? I don't think we were going to end up finding George Clooney anway.

"This guys picked me up one afternoon. They claimed to have Fender and Epi. Liars, the both of them!" shouted Cullen. "Shut-up!" demanded the two men. "You'll never take me alive coppers, never!" That was Chases. He was getting delusional. "Yeah, whatever," said Olivia. She was kinda moody today. Of course, who wouldn't be.

So, here's the predicament. Cullen's gonna help us, but we have to help him find George Clooney afterwards. (I don't think he realizes this, but he's in France!) Sean was trying to figure out how to K.O. those two guys, Chase was being weird(well, weirder), and Olivia was in a bad mood. Then there was me. There are no words to describe what I was thinking, mainly because I wasn't thinking anyway. But, we would win this battle. Eventually.