One week later, everything was great. The pizzeria got back it's good reputation, we were the most popular horror attraction in America, and Mike had millions. The night that marked a weeks passing, I was sleeping for once in years, and I heard cracking, so I sat up. I peeked out into the main area, and saw the ceiling collapse right in front of me, outlined in flames. "Crap." I said, as more ceiling fell, trapping me inside Pirate Cove. The flame spread from the ceiling on the floor to the curtains. I ran to a corner away from the fire, and was shaking. "Help! Fire!" I yelled out. Smoke was funneling into the old dining area, and I heard footsteps. "Jake! Guys, there's a fire!" Carissa yelled. The others soon came, and ran over to help me out. We eventually got me out, and we ran to the back room to get some things. We grabbed spare parts, tools, costume pieces, batteries, and found some large jackets to hide in. With the equipment, we ran out of the horror attraction, but first emptied the cash register for some money. "Our home.." BB said, an oil tear running down his face. I sighed. We didn't have anywhere to go. "What should we do?" Bonnie asked. "Try ta find a place to stay?" I said, and everyone nodded. We watched the building collapse, and we set off on our journey to find a new home.
