"JOSHYUAH TREY, YOU BETTER HIDE!" Jay screeched. Ewh. She threw open her closet door and saw her masterpiece... destroyed. She wanted to break down and cry. All that effort she had put into it... all those nights worrying about the beautiful work... all those months sketching and trashing ideas! Josh was dead. She would have time to mourn later, right now, she had someone to murder. "YOU DESTROYED MY WORK!" she shouted loudly. Her papers from work, which had been neatly organized, had been strewn around the room. Oh yes. There was going to be hell to pay.

"So... should I take this as a cue to run or should I stay?" Josh asked as he looked towards the stairways. Pfft. He wasn't scared of his sister. "And besides, I'm not ungrateful, I'm hungry," he scoffed, "you guys said five minutes, it's well over," he pointed out. Eh. Let Jaymee storm down. She couldn't do a thing.