Jack promptly sat down on the couch after hearing Mark had been captured.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" He said, placing his head in his hands.
"Why would Signe want to do that?" He looked at me, teary-eyed with a pink face.
"Because she's upset about the breakup." I answered.
"She didn't do that with me!" He cried and I rushed to comfort him.
I hugged him, which calmed him down a little.
Three sharp knocks at the door made me jump up and open it.
"MARKS GONE!!" Zoë burst in, almost in tears.
Following her was a familiar face.
John aka JacksFilms walked in behind her.
I hugged Zoë to comfort her.
"Hey, John." I said, embracing him.
Jack did the same.
Zoe and I sat on the couch and talked while Jack and John started calling tons of people they knew.
Just then my phone dinged.
I picked it up and looked at a message from Twitter, from the user "aNONymous".
The message read: "Go to his house."
"Hey, Hon. I got a message from someone on Twitter that says 'Go to his house.'." I told Jack.
He rushed over to me and grabbed my phone.
He handed it back to me "Marks house. This better not be a fucking clue game again because I FUCKING SWEAR—"
"ZOE, SAM, AND TIFFANY ARE HERE YOU TWAT!" I yelled at him.
"Oh.." me muttered.
The kids were running around, Zoë played with them.
"John, where's Erin?" I questioned.
"Oh, at home. She doesn't want to get involved."
"I can see why." Jack rolled his eyes.
My phone dinged again.
"52 hours, bitch."
"This is Signe, we're going to Mark's house." I announced, grabbing my purse and a glock.
"Y/N, a glock?" John grabbed my arm.
"Yes, we have to protect Zoë and find Mark."
I yanked my arm away and Jack called a babysitter.
John desperately tried to find a weapon and Zoë listened to music.
She quietly hummed the tune of the songs she was listening to.
I put down Sam and Tiffany for their naps.
"We're ready to go," Jack said, looking outside to see the babysitter pulling into the driveway.
Zoe grabbed her bat, John grabbed something, Jack grabbed a knife, and we ran out the door.
It was best to use John's car.
Jack just quickly gave four hundred to the babysitter while we ran by her.
Jack hopped into the car last.
John started up the car and we pulled out of the driveway.

Yeet, back at it again with the 4TH FUCKING BOOK. Let me mention again, Zoë is me. My name is Zoë. Okay? Alright, imma clock out. Gotta blast!