You and Rafe used to date. You were so in love with him, and he in you. You dated for a year. You loved him when nobody did.

You both came to therms, to break up. It was hard being with him when he was hunting treasure and his father died.

He went on adventures everyday. Dangerous ones. You just wanted to be normal. It was the first time you saw Rafe cry.

Right now he’s in Morocco helping his sister, Sarah and her friends John B, JJ, Kiara, Pope and Cleo hunting a crown, while killers are after them. They want the crown too.

Rafe is running around with the crown, when he’s suddenly cornered. “Wow, wow, wow.. Easy.”

A man points a gun at him. Man: “Hand the crown over.”

Rafe chuckles nervously, and puts his hands up. “N-no hablas ingles?”

The woman who’s the boss gets impatient and looks at the man. “Kill him.”