Finney sighed as he lay on the dirty old mattress on the floor of the Grabbers basement, it's been a day and hope seems to be lost, the calls have stopped coming in, and the black phone lay silent for a while, until....Finney turned his head to the door as the trapper threw in another boy who seemed to be his age and quickly left and locked the door behind him

H-Hey.....I'm Finney Blake......are you ok?