Allen lay there barely breathing as the pain in his chest grew. He managed to reach into his pocket and grab the cell phone he had forgotten about. It was the one his wife had picked out for him...It had a pink case. He dialed the number to Jacks house that he had found inside the kitchen. He lay there as the phone rang and no one answered it went to voice mail...The house had speakers all over it and he knew the voicemail would play to everyone in the house, and it would also be sent to Jacks cell directly, "Its Allen...I...I'm at the graveyard...on the west side of town...I'm losing control...Please...Help me... " His voice was loud and clear through the whole house and the pain in it was evident as well, "I can't hold on much longer..." Allen closed his eyes and hung up as all the grass in the graveyard withered and died around him...Even the willow tree turned sickly as Allen started to glow dark red.