A week went by with no sign of my dad. Mother called everyone she knew (and that was A LOT of people) to help find him. Everything seemed absolutely hopeless.

"Miss Jeanes, as I told you before, your father arrived on time one week ago. He left healthy, wealthy, and happy four days ago. I haven't seen him since," said the manager of the Inventors and Engineers Inc. Fair over the phone. I also had gone searching, trying to figure where Dad was. Unfortunately Geoffrey Grundy was looking for me. The week of the homecoming dance was upon us and Grundy was trying harder than ever to get me to go with him.

I'll do anything, just go with me," Grundy pleaded in front of the library one day.

"One word, N-O."

"Come on, you know you want to."

"I most certainly do not. GO AWAY!" I slid open the door he was leaning on, causing him to land with a loud bonk on the hard dirt. He trudged off, glaring at me as went. I walked home, frustrated. I turned into the garage, hoping to find a clue to the GPS' username and password. While looking at a picture of the family, it came to me. I quickly typed in "caseworker" and "IKH." Soon, the screen showed a blinking green dot between New York City and Buffalo.

My phone vibrated against my leg, sending a tingling shock up my whole body. Flipping it open I immediately noticed that the message was from Dad. "Help! Lost! GPS! Monster!" What was going on? None of the words made any sense to me, but I decided to go with my gut, which felt a little queasy.

I rushed upstairs to the kitchen where Mom was weeping into her bowl of soup, "Mom, I have an idea on how to find Dad. May I go out and look for him?"

Mom looked up from her tissue with a sob, "How long will you be gone? I don't want to lose both of you."

"I don't know, a few days at most."

"Then remember to bring clean clothes and toiletries, especially your retainer."

"I will. I'm going to take my bike."

"Remember your helmet and jacket then."

I rushed to my room, I was known as the queen of quick packing in this house and it was for good reason. I pulled a duffel bag out from under my bed and shoved in some clean clothes, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, AND my retainer. I pulled out my wallet and stuffed it in as well, in case I may have to stay overnight in a motel. As an afterthought, I added my book of fairytales and a picture of my family in happier days.

Kissing my twelve year old sister Kate and my ten year old sister Hailey goodbye brought tears to my eyes for some reason. I then headed out into the great unknown with just a GPS and a GPS Tracker to find him. My bright yellow jacket reflected the lights of the farmhouse as I walked out to my motorcycle.

I strapped on my helmet, put my duffel in the trunk, and mounted the bike. It was a fairly new, Honda Gold Wing GL 1800 that my dad had gotten me for my 16th birthday, almost a year ago now. I headed out, humming 'On the Road Again' to myself over and over.

The warm, afternoon sun shone high overhead as I whizzed down the highway. I finally spotted a sign advertising a motel and slowed down. It took quite a bit of string pulling to acquire a room for an unaccompanied minor, but everything turned out all right in the end.

The sky was turning a deep purple as I walked into the shabby motel room that cost a mere fifty dollars. The carpet was a thick shag, that reeked of past years and past occupants. I carefully crawled into bed and fell asleep to the sound of the nearby highway.

The sun gently streamed through the window as I awoke to the busy ringing of my phone's alarm clock. I sat up and got ready for another day on the road as quickly as possible. I coiled my hair in a braid that easily fit under my helmet and got dressed.

I dropped off my key and ate a quick snack of granola and apples before heading back out on the busy highway once more. The precise signals of the GPS Tracker guided me throughout the humid day that my ragged jeans and thin orange t-shirt offered little protection from. As the day winded down, I found the signal getting stronger and stronger.

The lights of a mansion came out of the sudden gloom. I pulled up beside a pile of refuse and spotted a rapidly blinking red light, a light that only could have come from Dad's GPS as it was buried in the rich pile of dirt. I brushed off the dirt and put it in the trunk of my motorcycle.

My stomach dropped as I finally came to the conclusion that Dad was probably trapped in the mansion. I found a key under a pedestal in one of two niches of either side of the door. The door opened soundlessly and I walked timidly inside.