Monday, January 15, 2018: Basement

Cheyenne trembled at the sight of her brother's limp body. She wanted more than anything for him to be helping her, for him to give her some reassurance that their father was going to find them, save them from that dark, filthy basement or whatever it was that they were in. She was terrified, frightened, and the only person that could save them was her father… her father, who she couldn't get in contact with. The more she tried the more she failed. She wanted to go home, she wanted to get her brother some help.

She tried the best she could to protect him from that evil man, but it was no use. That man, Billy York, had beaten her brother almost to death. He hadn't given them any food or drink since earlier that afternoon. She was thirsty and hungry in that cold room. Her brother was as well. He needed it more than she. She wanted out, she wanted to turn back the hands of time to where she chose to stay home instead of running away and forced her brother to stay. God, if she could've just listened to Angela. If she just faced her problems she and Corey wouldn't be in this situation.

Same day: Walker Ranch

Alex sat in the living room waiting patiently for her husband's return. She wanted to cry, she wanted to collapse, she wanted to yell, but her motherly instinct commanded her to do the very opposite. It told her that if she cried or yelled her daughter would worry, no, not Angela but Riley, the daughter that was sitting next to her. She was the only reason Alex composed herself in the manner that she did.

"Mom, where's Chey and Corey?", asked Riley curiously.

"Uh…honey, they're with Uncle Gage and Aunt Sydney", replied the worried Alex.

"Well why weren't they at the HOPE Center when we were all there?", asked Riley.

"They had something to do at school, Riley".

"Well shouldn't they be back by now?"

"They went on a field trip and won't be back for a few days, okay, Riley", Alex explained, frustrated.

"Riley, come on, you can go in my room and watch some TV.", Angela said walking in the room.

"Okay", Riley replied getting up and leaving the room.

"Thanks, Angela", said Alex as Angela sat next to her.

"No problem… So how are you holdin up?"

"I'm trying, kid", she explained.

"They're gonna be just fine, mom, I know it. Dad's gonna find them".

"I hope so", Alex sighed.

As Angela left the room, all Alex could think about was Corey and Cheyenne and how they're doing right now. She wanted them home, safe in her arms, but the only problem was she didn't know where they were, or if they were even in Dallas. She heard the door open and she jumped up instantly knowing exactly who it was.

"Walker", she exclaimed jumping into his arms, "did you find something?"

"Not really, Alex. This man knows how to cover his tracks".

"Great", she said walking back into the living room, sitting down, head in her hands.

"Hey, Alex, I'm gonna find our kids, okay", he clarified.

"Walker, I'm really worried. This time it's different. I have a bad feeling about all this. This man isn't like any other men who kidnapped our kids, he's more violent and…", she trailed off starting to cry, "I'm going to bed she said, getting up and walking out of the room.

Midnight