A/N: This is a story I had the idea for after Maddie and her family were forced to leave. I just couldn't get it out of my head. In my dreams, this story will be continued eventually, but I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you.


Five: It's been five weeks since Mr and Mrs. Smith came back to Stoneybridge without my best mate.

Four: That's how many rows I've been in with Shannon and Tom over whether or not I should be out there looking for her, and, if I admit it to myself, as a result of my own stubbornness and worry.

Three: I've packed my bags three times to go out looking for her, but I've never gotten farther than my backyard. Twice Tom and Shannon talked me out of it, and the last time my foster mom did. But that results in my next number:

Two: I've cried twice. The first time was right after the Smiths came back, and the second was the last time I almost left.

One: All this for one girl: Maddie Smith. The person who let me know I was worth something, that I was wanted, who welcomed me, and who taught me everything. The girl... I love.

Zero: I know nothing about where Maddie is now, and it's killing me. But I swear, if she doesn't turn up within the week, I'm going to find her. No matter what Shannon and Tom, or Mrs. Vaughn say, I will not "just wait a little longer and see." No. I'm done. Maddie... Come back. Please. I know you can't hear me, but wherever you are, we need you. I need you.

Pleases, Mads. Come home.