Tyler's POV
Tears ran like rivers down my face. My first and only thing I received from my father before he died when I was 3. Sure the memories weren't gone but the memories held inside that one thing. I cried, cried like never before. That thing helped me remember each memory clearly, like the sun on a hot Summer day, no clouds in the sky. Or the view outside the window, seeing all around us. The chain, the silver and gold chain, the red locket with a picture of my father and I together. I felt I could cry an ocean. The tears poured down like never before, until I had no more tears left to cry. My hand swept through my hair. One day, I'll forget these memories. Forget my dad and no memory of him will be left, and the chain and locket won't be there to remind me.

"You c-can come back i-in Tro-troye," I stuttered out, managing to keep my breath and being loud enough so Troye could hear. He peaked through the door, a sad expression on his face. Troye came and comforted me. "It's going to be okay. We'll find the locket and chain. We'll catch that robber sooner or later," he cheered me up. Troye put a smile on his face and enthusiastically talked on about what we could do. I put a smile on my face and giggled. I was filled with determination after what he said. I'm not going to give up!

Meanwhile, where ever Chris and Pj are

Pj's POV
"Pumpkin," I shook worriedly, "He's back." I pointed at the man who murdered my mother. Chris looked to where I was pointing and scowled under his breath. "Hello Pj Liguori," the man coldly spoke, "It's nice to meet you again." He plastered a menacing smirk on his face and went closer to me. "Hey! Weird man person!" Someone shouted behind me. I expected Chris to be there, but he was gone. It was a girl with strawberry blonde hair, sky blue eyes and teeth as white as a cloud. She didn't have makeup on either. The girl looked natural and I liked that. But no time to think about that. I looked back at the man, he had Chris in his hand. How'd he do that so quickly? The man let go of Chris and he plopped down to the ground. The man walked over to the girl, "Hello young girl." The girl smirked and shouted, "I'm not afraid of you! You're just another person who's as dumb as a turkey. Why is that so? You flipping murder innocent people! You hurt their family and their friends! You're evil, you know that! If I had one wish, I'd wish for people like you to disappear!" The man scowled at the girl and said, "You don't sca-." The girl put her finger up and interrupted. "Who said I was finished? Anyways, why do you murder innocent people? Why do you kidnap? Why are you doing this? Don't you think about others? Their loving ones!?" The girl spat. The man looked astonished, "I-I, I. It doesn't matter girl! I'm not afraid of someone so puny and young!" The girl punched the man in the stomach and kicked him in the private area. He fled and ran away.

"Thank you," I said to the girl, "Thank you thank you thank! You saves my life and my friend's life." The girl smiled, "No problem! I just hate people like that. I'm Summer! It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake and I shook it. "It's nice to meet you too! I'm Pj, and my friend is Chris." I gestured to Chris, "I think we should get him to the hospital. I think he's passed out." Summer nodded and we rushed to the local hospital.