That sound was seriously annoying, but at the same time seemed somewhat important. My head continued to pound at my temples, and I pried my eyes open long enough to reestablish that I was on the floor of my closet, lying amongst a pile of crayons with the edge of my laptop up against my nose.
 
 Meow! Meow! Meow!
 
 The laptop was flashing.
 
 BeautifulSkye18 is online.
 
 Rumple!
 
 I moved my hand from my side and touched the keyboard. I tapped the square at the bottom twice and a little window appeared. My eyes started to close again, and my head felt heavy even though I was still lying on the floor.
 
 I had to stay awake.
 
 NeedMyRumple: need u
 
 My fingers kind of locked up on me, and I could taste bile in my throat. I swallowed.
 
 BeautifulSkye18: oh Thomas—I need you too! Dad is trying to work something out. He said it could take a day or two, though.
 
 Ugh. I shook my head and took a deep breath.
 
 NeedMyRumple: now pls
 
 BeautifulSkye18: I want to—I do, but your dad won’t let me in the door!
 
 My fingers shook as I tried to tap on the keyboard.
 
 NeedMyRumple: hes ded
 
 BeautifulSkye18: what?
 
 NeedMyRumple: cooime now pleadse
 
 BeautifulSkye18: Thomas—what do you mean?
 
 Thomas?
 
 Thomas! Answer me! What do you mean? Dead? Is your dad dead???
 
 THOMAS!!!
 
 I’m coming, baby—hang on. Dad too. We’ll be there ASAP
 
 I could still see the screen, but it looked blurry, and my fingers were no longer functioning. I closed my eyes and was encompassed by darkness.
 
 I could hear someone calling my name, but it was like hearing something while you’re under water. I tried opening my eyes, but they just didn’t want to cooperate. Slowly, the sounds seemed to get closer, and then I could actually make out the words.
 
 “Thomas? Thomas? Oh my God…Dad!! He’s up here!!”
 
 Footsteps…someone’s hand on my arm. My arm jerked a little…reflexive…involuntary. More words—muffled and distant—then another voice nearby.
 
 “Thomas? Can you hear me, baby?”
 
 That sound…that voice. I knew that voice.
 
 “Rumple…”
 
 “It’s me, Thomas.”