Ralph's POV:

I waved to my mother, as she drove away from school. A wave is such a sentimental factor, it's a way to show love from a distance. My mother already knows I love her, but Toby says it makes her happy.

I look at the other children playing with minor toys around me. How I wish they had a computer with something more than a 3rd Grade Math program.

It happened quickly, too quickly.

A car pulled up besides me, just as the bell rang. Hands grabbed me, I didn't have time to cry out for assistance...

Then it was dark.

I didn't worry though.

Walter would help me.

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Walter's POV:

Paige yelled into the phone, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THERE?!"

Everyone turned away from their work. I put down my wrench and jogged over to Paige. It was probably Drew's landlord, telling her that gone for a new baseball gig.

But then I saw her face. Paige rarely cried, and only cried about Drew when he hurt her feelings, which were tough.

Paige gulped back a sob, and talked into the phone with that voice she only gave people who were on her bad side, "It's your job to make sure he stays safe, can't you do your job right for five minutes without me...I don't give a shit, you get out there and find my son, I want him home SAFE!"

Within seconds of banging the phone down, Paige burst into tears. Next thing I know she had her arms around me, sobbing. I looked in shock at Toby, who motioned for me to...put my arms around her?

Physical engagement. Oh Joy.

But her next words stunned me beyond belief. Paige pulled away and cried out, "Ralph...he's gone...they...they can't find him anywhere..."

Toby sighed, "You know him he wanders..."

Paige cut him off, "NO! They have footage...someone...someone took Ralph from school."

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Five Minutes later:

Sylvester re-watched the video of Ralph's...kidnapping...again. They couldn't see a face, couldn't see a license plate, they had no identification what-so-ever. I even re-analyzed. Then re-re-analyzed the re-analyzation. Nothing.

Toby was on the couch, gently talking to Paige about the process of a missing person's case. Happy was on the phone with Cabe, which probably wasn't the smartest idea. It was slowly starting to sink in, the fact that Ralph was really missing. I walked over to Paige. Sometimes Toby forgot, forgot that Paige was more fragile than us. Especially about Ralph. I waved Toby away.

Paige stared blankly at her phone. The background of Ralph comforted her just a bit. Her voice was horse as she mumbled, "Do you think they took him aimlessly? Like, any kid off the street?"

I shook my head, "Probably not. Your son's a genius, and a lot of people know it. But we'll find him, Paige. I promise."

And I keep my promises

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