Home alone (thundermans fanfic)

Chapter 11

Third person POV

Max woke up with a start letting out a small whimper when he took in his surroundings 'I'm so done with this place ' he thought as he prodded phoebe a wake she didn't move

"Phoebe" he yelled hoping to get her to. At least move Nothing

"Shit shit shit " max whispered his emotions Getting out of control getting up and walking towards the door and slamming his fist into the door and to his surprised the iron door covered in Ice and shattered

"I can't believe that worked" he said to him self then turned to grab phoebe he could still hear her hear beat so there was still time running down the hall he looked for the one thing that could really get them out of here

"STOP!"

He didn't look back

'There' a phone " he thought quickly running to it it was old I can tell u that maybe from the 80s after a quick examination if he phone max dialed the phone number if the one person who could save them

'Ring'

'Ring'

"Hello"