Meanwhile, the Millennium crew has found Rip Van missing, and the only one who knew anything wasn't talking. Jan was parked in front of his brother's door, knocking furiously. "Cmon Luke! You have to come out sooner or later!" Luke remained sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadn't left his room, or, more accurately, hadn't even moved since Rip Van left. He passed his days staring at her necklace, struggling to not cry from missing her so much. "Luke, come on! What the fuck man, come out!" Luke flashed a sideways glance at his door. "Dude, come the fuck out!" Luke couldn't take it anymore. It had been three straight days of constant knocking, swearing and kicking from Jan. He picked up his knife and threw it with all his strength at the door. "Luke, really - HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" There was a dull thunk as the knife sunk through the door, half the blade narrowly missing Jan's face.
" Luke turned back to Rip's necklace. He really didn't care if Jan lost his face or his life