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Present--

The black car stopped and Simon opened his eyes as he was carried out but all he could see was faded colors of the outside world.

He noticed the change in colors and temperature as the carrying case was carried into a building. Everything was noisier and Simon covered his ears, not use to so much noise after three weeks of solitude.

He was carried into a small white room and the carried was set onto a table--the only furniture in the room besides a lonely chair.

The carrier was unzipped and dumped over, forcing Simon to slide out onto the cold metal table.

He wished he had his glasses now.

He heard the footsteps of the man, who had brought him here, leave. Then it was quiet for a few minutes before the door reopened and a heavier set of footsteps came into the room.

"Simon Seville." A deep voice greeted in an monotone way.

Simon was quiet. He didn't want to speak.

The man sat in the chair, staring at Simon. "Hm--Oh." He snapped his fingers and reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a small pair of glasses. "These belong to you." He said, setting them in front of the chipmunk.

Simon reached toward the blurred object and instantly recognized the feeling of it. He placed the glasses on his face, blinked a few times, then looked at the man who was dressed in a suit and tie.

"That must feel better--to see again." The man smiled but it wasn't a warm, welcoming, smile. It was a professional smile. He was only here to hear Simon's story about what had happened. Simon had been silent for long enough. "Do you remember me?"

"Captain Freeroy." Simon nodded.

"And you know why your here."

Simon nodded.

"Are you going to talk this time?" Freeroy questioned, hopefully.

Simon paused then asked. "How is Dave and my brothers?"

"Other than very worried and upset about this whole matter, I'm sure they are doing fine in some sense." Freeroy said. "But I'm sure they would feel much better if you started talking about it."

"I don't know what to say or where to begin."

"Where do you think you should begin?" He asked.

Simon looked down at his paws. ". . .When Brittany went missing." He said.

"Then start there." The man pulled out a tape recorder and placed it on the table before Simone. "Take your time. I have all day."

Simon rubbed his paws together, nervously then took a breath. "If was after school. I was taking Jeanette's homework to her like I promised I would. Earlier, during lunch, she said she was leaving school to check up on Brittany. Brittany told Alvin that she was sick and left. She was suppose to tell him that she was pregnant but she was scared. Alvin said he didn't know anything about her being pregnant."

Freeroy put up his hand to stop Simon. "Hold on, Seville. You're talking too fast. Calm down a little. Now what happened while you were dropping her books off?"

November 3rd--

After School, Simon came over to the Chipette's home and knocked on the door but there was no answer. He knocked again and waited a few minutes but it seemed as if no one was home. Crawling up onto the porch swing, he place Jeanette's homework there and decided to call her later to make sure she found it.

As he was about to crawl back down, he noticed Miss Miller's car pulling up into the driveway. Waiting to see if Jeanette was with her, he jumped down off the porch swing and looked out from the top of the porch step.

Eleanore jumped out of the car first, then Jeanette as Miss Miller pulled back out of the driveway and drove off.

"Simon!" Jeanette ran over to him and scurried up the stairs. "We can't find Brittany, Simon." Her eyes were red from crying.

Simon pulled back his head, surprised. "Can't find her? Are you saying, She's missing??"

Eleanore came up from behind Jeanette. "She isn't suppose to walk around alone. She knows that."

"Maybe she just needed to clear her head. She's still too nervous to tell Alvin that she's pregnant. Maybe she just--"

"There's another reason, why walking around alone out there is dangerous!" Eleanore cried, worriedly. "What is she thinking?!"

"Maybe Alvin will know where she is. He spends most of his time with her. He might know where she likes to go--"

"We've already stopped by your home and talked to Alvin and Theodore and even Dave about where she could possibly be." Jeanette said. "None of them had a clue."

"I'll help you search for her." Simon offered.

"Miss Miller wanted us to stay home, just in case she comes back. She left to keep searching in her car." Jeanette lowered her head. "I'm very worried. I keep thinking the worst."

Simon placed a comforting paw on her shoulder, then pulled her close in a hug. "It'll be alright." He promised.

"A promise you couldn't keep, I suppose." Freeroy interrupted Simon and Simon looked up, straightening his glasses.

". . .No. . .I suppose not." He admitted sullenly.

"Tell me about later that night. When you were the one who had found Brittany Miller. Tell me about that."

"She was outside the school building, stuffed into the hedges like a rag doll."

"You were the one who suggested to search around the school premises for her."

"Yes, I wanted to make sure we searched everywhere. I also suggested the park and some of her favorite places at the mall. We had searched the park and the mall was closed by that time so we went to search around the school building."

"And no one was around when you found her."

"We all searched different areas."

"Tell me more about this."