Danny woke me up. Slightly startled I asked him "What is it Daniel?"

"Uncle Mark, Uncle Mark, look at the time!" Danny said urgently. When I turned to look at my phone it was almost 2 in the afternoon. I turned around, nobody was there. "Where's your Aunt Aletta?!" I asked the little boy as I frantically sat up.

"I don't know, I did here the door open and close again, late last night…" Daniel trailed off and realised what might have happened. His little face looked really sad, almost if he was about to cry.

"Dan, do not tell the others about this, and try to stay positive, think of it in a different way." I said and hugged him.

"Not even Suzy?" He asked. "No," I replied. "Not even Suzy."

Later on that day we were all in the garden. Kevin was in my arms as I sat on the edge of the top porch step. The other kids ran around happily flailing, aside from Danny who tried his best but couldn't help looking slightly on edge. I was looking in the sky, where the clouds formed in to many different patterns and variations of each other. One of them kind of reminded me of Aletta, it was like the tattoo she got on the top of her arm. It was a gate tally of 5, a reminder of our 5th anniversary. She could have been getting wasted in a bar, lost in the woods, taking a stroll, in our apartment or anywhere the kids made me self-conscious if I were to take them while calling her name.

I couldn't ask my friends to go looking for Aletta or take care of the Grumps while I looked. They both required the same explanation, 'How did this happen?' and I'd have to start rambling random shit because my answer actually is 'I don't know.'

I called and texted her and sometimes wished that Tiny Box Tim was real, he could hint or even watch out for me. In reality my little biscuit was just my conscience. In all honesty, god knows where she was.