He watches stunned as a man dressed in dark, obscuring clothes walks into their view and rips some cords out of the wall. Chuck is speechless as the gunman orders Amanda to kneel beside the bed, and then binds her wrists behind her back. His phone is screeching in his hands, as he has had the dial-tone going for a couple of minutes now without dialing a number, and he flips it shut. "Holy shit... She's getting robbed. Should we do something?" Chuck reiterated, rising from his chair. Taping this sexy high school senior before and after showers was one thing... But if they watched her get robbed, that was almost as bad as being a robber. Just sitting by and watching didn't sit well by him. "We... We don't have to call the cops, but we can do something. Is the camera rolling?" He asked, although he didn't wait for Dave's answer, going to check it himself.<br/><br/>"Everything's rolling... We're getting this all on tape."