Racing through the hallway with the fear that Michael or Ulrich or even both were hot on her trail, Gidget ran for her life. She was barely aware of her paws hitting the ground. She often turned to sharply around corners, causing her to accidentally run into the walls. Unfazed though, the fluffy white Pomeranian only got back on her paws and went back to running.

Rocketing up the stairs to the third floor of the mansion, Gidget quickly turned left into a bedroom. Hiding behind the door to catch her breath, she sat down. Listening quietly, she came to the conclusion that she was no longer being chased by the two men. Smiling quietly, the fluffy white Pomeranian rested her head against the wall as she breathed the biggest sigh of relief in her entire life. "Now I just need to figure out how to get out of here," Gidget mumbled to herself, trying to come up with a plan of action.

All of the sudden, distant screaming caught Gidget's attention, making her both curious and frightened. Especially when she realized that the source was coming from her friends.