"You aren't him! Who are you?!" I cried as I covered my body with the blanket. "What are you talking, sweetheart? I am Brendon!" he said cheerfully as he tried to touch me. "Don't touch me, imposter!" my face said anger but my eyes said fear. "Well, this didn't last long..." The liar mumbled. "Where is Brendon?!" I whimpered. Then there silence. "Where is my Brendon?!"