Dear Phil [Phan]

They. Hit. Phil.

Dan awoke some time later. He couldn't tell how much time had passed. The room lacked windows and there weren't any clocks. But judging by PJ's state, it had probably been a while.

His eyes were wide and alert. Dried tear stains ran down his face. He was struggling against his holds like a madman. There was blood on the side of his head and his nose was bruising, with a trickle of blood pooling on the gag.

Dan got his attention by lifting his feet in the air and dropping them on the floor. PJ looked towards him and his eyes widened even more.

Very quickly, he turned and slid over to Dan. He held his tied hands up his back. Dan got the idea and turned too. His hands found PJ's and he got to work untying the knot. Just as he about to pull PJ free there was a bang outside the room. PJ hurried back to his original position; head down, legs pulled to his chest, and tears began to form in his eyes.

The door opened and there were Tyler and Thomas with Chris.

"Now," Tyler started, "I think he'll stay quiet. Won't you?"

Chris stood, stiff as a board.

"Won't you?!" Tom said louder this time.

Chris nodded, hurriedly, and they pushed him back in between PJ and Dan.

"Now you," Tom said walking in front of PJ, who cowered back.

"You've been quiet. You've been very good," Tyler said.

Dan could see PJ's hands moving slowly behind his back.

"You'll negotiate with us, right? You'll talk and we can work out an agreement."

PJ nodded slowly. Tyler smiled, devilishly, and pulled the gag from PJ's mouth.

What happened next, happened very quickly.

PJ's hands had come loose. The tears stopped immediately and his eyes narrowed as Tyler pulled away the gag. The very moment he did, PJ's arm swung around and punched Tyler in the jaw.

Although everyone was shocked, Dan grabbed Chris's hands and untied him. They used the same knot, and he was familiar with it now. Chris pulled his hands free and took the gag from his mouth.

PJ had tackled Tyler and Tom was busy trying to get him off. His legs were still tied and he was kicking Tom like a mermaid.

Chris pulled the gag from Dan's mouth and untied his hands, before working on his legs. Dan untied his own a second faster and he jumped up, kicking Tom away. Chris freed PJ's legs in the few seconds they had stilled.

"Get off me!" Tyler screamed, but PJ was clinging onto him and it didn't seem like he was letting go any time soon.

Dan had Tom pinned to the ground and Chris was calling 999. When he got off the phone, he grabbed Tyler's legs, finally knocking him off his feet.

Sure, it was 3 against 2, but Tom and Tyler were stronger. So keeping them down took effort.

Dan was practically sitting on top Tom and PJ and Chris were working on holding down Tyler's arms and legs.

He was struggling more than Tom and he was stronger.

"Damn you Tom!! This is your fault! Why'd you drive that car drunk anyway?" He wanted to place blame.

"Well, I'm not the one who wanted to go drinking! Again!"

"But you drove! You always do! Why'd you drink?"

"Because I felt like it!"

Tyler rolled his eyes.

"At least I'm not a rapist," Tom muttered.