Police arrived at the Pizzeria in less than an hour. They searched everywhere, but no signs of the five children. Danielle was crying hysterically, and could not stop. She was still crying after an hour.
"All this anger, guilt, and sadness. It'll haunt me forever" she whispered to herself. Danielle thought of all the times she had with her son. Then she realized that she will have to look for herself. She looked through the entire Pizzeria. Nothing at all. She came back and Police came back with a knife, and pieces of cake.
"Ma'am, we believe that your son, has not made it." A police officer said.
"What are you talking about? Where is my Alex!? You think I have time for your precious stories?" Danielle screamed.
Danielle looked the other way, and saw a door opened. She never saw the door before, but she headed towards it. Flashes came from it, and it was the police, taking photos from the scene. There she saw, little Alex, against the wall, head down, dead. The mother ran to Alex and squeezed his tiny corpse.
"Alex! Alex please please, no! Please! I'm so sorry, I just wish I'd been there."
Danielle could not take it. She burst out crying, as she looked at her sons face, one last time.
Police said that a strange man dressed into a suit and had a cake to trust the children's lore. Also, the children were lured into the back room by the man, and were murdered.
Danielle came home that night. She went into her sons room. She looked at his bed, the toys, and all of his cute Nic-Nacks he always made. She cried even more. She went into the kitchen. Then she grabbed the biggest knife possible.
"I'm sorry.." She pleaded. And that was the end of Danielle.