Introduction
"Honey, have you seen Zach around?" the man asked his slimly-built wife.
"No," she responded in a puzzled voice. "Why?"
"I was hoping we could go outside, play some catch," John said, rubbing his brown-haired head and looking around curiously. "I'll keep looking."
"Let me know if you need my help," Suzanne called as he walked away.
John made his way through the large mansion briskly, checking each room in turn as he walked by. Remembering that Zachary often spent long hours in the basement on the XBOX360, he made his was down the carpeted stairs, fully expecting to find his son pounding away at the controller with his fingers. But strangely, the basement was also empty. The investor's mind drifted now to the attic has he considered the myriad of places in the house that Zach could be. It was unlikely that he'd be there, since the attic was filled nothing but old furniture and filing cabinets. There didn't seem to be anywhere else the teenager could be though, so reluctantly, John began the long hike up to the attic.
"Zach!" John called casually, as he began climbing the dusty stairs. "Zach!"
Just as he reached the top step, however, his eyes were drawn to a splotch of crimson, so out-of-place in the gray light of the attic. The blotch, he quickly realized, was a pool of blood in which the unconscious Zach was seizing.
"Honey!" John yelled at the top of his lungs as he flew down the stairs. "Call 911!"