Quackity grabbed his phone with shaking hands, going into his contacts and holding his stomach. He was only 16, he shouldn't have gone through this already. But he did. He landed on Sam's contact, listening to it ring before he answered. "Dad, listen. I'm going to be there soon, but you or Mom or Papa Foolish can't ask questions. Tell Hannah, Boomer, and George I'll be home soon. Bye." He hung up, packing a bag, climbing out the window and walking to his parents' house.