I paced across the living room. "Where is she? It's been three days!" I demanded harshly.
"Mom," Ryan got my attention. "The letter. The one in your room. Remember?" I remembered the letter Sam gave me several days ago. I rushed to my room and opened it. My husband and Ryan followed. I stifled a sob. She could die! I buried my head in my husband, Nick's, shoulder. He took the letter from me and read it carefully. I looked up at him, and I could tell that he was crying too.
"Let me see!" Ryan demanded. I sat him down on my bed and explained the letter.
"Your sister is not lost. We know where she is. Do you know the myth about the boy named Will?"
"Yeah," he said, "but what does that have to do with this?"
"Sam is in the Upside Down." Ryan sat in shock for a few seconds.
"No..." he started. "It can't be. I didn't get to say goodbye." A tear ran down his cheek. He stood up and ran upstairs. I looked at Nick.
"Let's call the chief," I suggested. He ran to the phone and dialed his number.
"Yes," he started. The chief had answered. "Yes. This is Nick Foster. I believe you know the Upside Down pretty well, unless I'm mistaken?" There was silence on the other end. "I don't think you understand, chief. Our daughter was taken there." He waited for a few seconds then responded, "Yes. Thank you. You won't be sorry!" He hung up the phone. "He'll help us!" I smiled in victory.
"Hopefully he helps successfully," I said in doubt.
"Angie, we're going to be fine," he answered. "We'll find Sam if it's the last thing we do."
