Aradia nodded taking the phone. "Hi." She said.

 "Whats wrong?" Was the first thing one of her cousins said.

 "Why would something be wrong?" Aradia snapped.

 "Why else would you call us." The other one said.

 "Okay fine...I was wondering if you have messed with anyone lately?" Aradia said.

 "Erm...It depends." They both said.

Andrew anxiously, and not thinking, pressed his cheek against hers, so he could hear through the phone. Listening to.

"You think they're up to something?" He whispered to Aradia, so they wouldn't hear.

 Aradia nodded. "Okay...Well did you make anyone mad enough to want to mess up my house and kidnap me?" Aradia asked.

 "What!?! I don't think so." One of them said.

 Aradia sighed. "Are you sure...?" She asked again.

 "Well...There was this one guy...But I don't think he would have been angry enough to do that." One of them said.

 "What did you do to him?" She asked slowly.

 "Well, we did a few things. We first saw him walking down the street with a large cigeret stuck between his light pink lips. He was a big guy...Not weight big but muscle big. He had dark brown hair and was wearing a black suit and carrying a suitcase so we figured that he was going to work. So Drake ran out into the street, grabbed the suitcase, and went running with the guy yelling and screaming after him. Drake ran to the bridge and threw it into the river, causing the guy to have to go jump into to get it...Later that day we followed him home and snuck inside. We stole a few small things before he caught us so we turned around to run away and I accidently knocked a buring candle onto the ground which soon caused the house to catch on fire." One of them said.

 "You idiots! You caught his house on FIRE!?! That sounds like him...I reconized him from somewhere too though." Aradia said.

 "I told you, I don't remember. He just looked a litle bit familiar...Mostly his eyes though." Aradia said.

 "Who is that?" One of them asked hearing Andrew.

 "Okay, do you know any more about this guy?...Or do you just go around picking on random people." Aradia asked.

 "Oh, he wasn't random. He is one a big shot in prisons and stuff...I don't mean that he runs a prison but hes been in a few and has somehow escaped each one...Oh, but he is also a big shot in the ketchup business though...He is pretty rich, and he has a son that looks a lot like him...I forget his name..." One of them said.

 "He didn't look old enough to have a son." Aradia said.

Andrew shrugged, "May be Danny was his son?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

 "That could be...Was his son's name Danny?" Aradia asked.

 "Um...Yea, that sounds right." One said.

 "No, Danny was the name of someone he worked with." The other one said.

 "Oh shut up, Drake. We all know that when it comes to remembring names I am better at it." The other one said.

 "Yea, if you can remember who they belong to!" Drake argued.

 Aradia sighed. "Okay, well, thanks, this helps a lot...I guess." She said. "Bye." She hung up.

(( When they wake up, hehe.))

Andrew sighed, and rubbed his eyes. "Are you tired? It's getting late." He lifted himself up from the couch, still sore, and grunted. "Good night." He said, 'limping' back up to his room.