Here's the next chapter in the new year! Happy New Years everyone! In this chapter Dusty ruins himself... so.. yeah

Night time came by too quickly. I settled in bed, Dusty plush snuggled up next to me. Dusty rolled up to me and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, Erica." He smiled.

"Goodnight... dad."

Dusty smiled.

He turned off the light and settled down next to me. All was silent.

I had the worst and most realistic dream ever. At least I thought it was a dream. I awoke, shivering to the cold of the morning... Under the bridge? I gasped when I realized, I wasn't in Propwash anymore. (I guess you could say something along the lines of, 'I'm not in Kansas anymore...') I quickly pinched myself to wake myself up. I pinched so hard on my arm I drew blood. I started to hyperventilate. "This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening..." I kept telling myself, rocking back and forth, cuddling my legs. I had no family here, Dusty was my family now. I didn't know what to do or where to go. Everything was so strange to me. The blacktop felt harder, the air felt mustier, and the noise was louder. The traffic that went by screeched and honked. Propwash was a lot quieter, the air was fresh, and the roads felt soft and smooth.

I started to quickly think of how I got to Propwash in the first place.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

I copied my memories. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and sighed.

A few seconds passed and all of a sudden I felt warm air and the sun on me.

A few seconds passed. A full minute. Five minutes. All I felt was the coldness of morning.

I fell backwards still holding my backpack and opened my eyes.

Still nothing.

I suddenly heard a plane engine come closer.

Only sound of traffic.

There, I saw an orange and white cropduster...

I couldn't take it. The tears started to flow. I wasn't going back, no matter how hard I tried to think of the beautiful Propwash Junction, the warm sun, fields and fields of corn and grass, and that little famous cropduster.

Why did I have to go back right when I was adopted? Was this a sign? Was I not cut out for being adopted by a plane? Did my family actually care about me? No. I knew that wasn't true. They probably don't even know I am gone let alone care. I felt alone myself. I just wanted my little cropduster there with me. I closed my eyes and gently sobbed into my knees.

DUSTY'S P.O.V

I awoke to light shining onto my face through the windows. I stretched and yawned. I looked over and I gasped. Erica wasn't in bed. I looked around the hangar. I didn't see her anywhere.

"Maybe she got up early and is with Chug." I reassured myself. I left to go find Chug.

"Hey, Chug, have you seen Erica anywhere?" I asked rolling up to him as he filled some tanks for Sparky.

"Uh, no I haven't Duster. Sorry." Chug responded.

"Neither have I." Sparky said.

"Oh, okay. Do you know where she might be?"

"Dottie maybe?" Chug suggested.

"O-okay. Thanks anyways." I rolled off to Dottie's shop. I was a bit worried. She's never just gotten up this early for no apparent reason. She's such a heavy sleeper.

"Hey Dottie, have you seen Erica anywhere?"

"No Dusty, I haven't seen her since yesterday. Have you gone to Chug?"

"Yeah. He suggested you."

"Oh, well maybe Skipper knows."

I sat there for a second.

"O-okay..." I slowly turned around but Dottie spoke up before I could leave.

"If you don't find her with Skipper, I'll help you search, okay?"

"Okay." I left.

"Skip, Please tell me you've seen Erica at least once today!" I said, bursting into his hangar. I was getting terribly worried.

"No, I haven't. Sorry." He responded.

"No... No no no!" I yelled to myself, turning around anxiously.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. Why do you want to know?"Skip asked chasing after me forcing me to stop.

"I can't find her anywhere! I'm really scared!"

"Did you ask Dottie?"

"Yes!"

"Chug?"

"Yes!"

"Sparky?"

"Yes!"

"We'll find her. Don't worry."

"Dottie said if I don't find her here she'll help me..."

"Good. And maybe Mayday or even that cranky biplane for help too."

Dusty smiled a bit at Skip's description of Leadbottom.

We searched all day. Skip and I split up in the sky and searched over trees and fields, and everyone else scaled the town. It was getting dark and I was still searching, calling her name desperately.

"Dusty, it's time to come home 's too dark. We'll search some more tomorrow." Skipper said through my radio.

"I can't Skip! What if she's out here cold, and all alone!"

"Dusty, you have no choice! Your lights aren't gonna light up your path for long." (That was actually a pretty good line for life itself.)

"What if she's wandering around after I leave? She won't know where I would've gone!"

"Dusty! Stop making excuses! Turn in! You could crash into something you can't see!"

"But what if she-"

"Dusty!"

I could tell Skip was getting impatient, so after a second of hesitation, I turned around back to Propwash.

I landed on the landing strip and faced Skipper. He must've seen the weariness in my eyes because he sighed softly.

"We'll find her Dusty. Don't worry."

I didn't say anything. I nodded softly. I looked down to the ground and slowly rolled back to my hangar. I was just so scared for her. I entered my empty, quiet hangar. The first thing I saw was her bed. Her little plush of me was still lying there, untouched, like nobody had laid there.

"Where could she have gone...?" I asked myself quietly. I rolled over to her bed and carefully nudged her plush. The tears started to flow.

ERICA'S P.O.V

I've been sitting here for the past day. I was getting hungry, and I thought It was about lunch time, but I was hungry all through the day yesterday.I wondered what Dusty was doing. He was probably sleeping considering the time changes between the two worlds. When I came to Propwash it was midnight of my world, and about lunchtime in his. I couldn't feel my legs, or my arms, considering I was only wearing a sweatshirt. Oh, how I wanted to go home. To my little cropduster. I rolled up into a ball to conserve some heat. I wanted to cry but I just had no energy left to do so.

DUSTY'S P.O.V

Days went by. Weeks even. No sign of Erica. I didn't want to give up. Everyone kept telling me to let go and to forget. But I couldn't. How could I? I was her father. Her only family. I went out every morning to search all day and would come back at night. I started becoming depressed, some days not even leaving my hangar. I had no idea what was wrong with me. It started getting colder. The first snowfall the fire pits were put out and lit. I still went out in search for her. Though not all day anymore. I couldn't handle this. I was ruining myself. I was too tired to even shed a tear. I couldn't do what made me happy anymore. I set lights up all over my hangar incase she saw them for an easy way home. I began to sit outside all night, sometimes not even get to sleep, waiting for her to come home. Snow would fall on me, create ice that would cover my propeller cone edge and flaps, and my tires would sometimes even get stuck to the ground.

Dottie was concerned about my health terribly. She would try to get me to go to sleep or even go over to a fire pit, but I couldn't. It didn't seem right. If she was freezing out there somewhere, I felt it was only fair if I was too. Dottie started putting a blanket over me at night and I allowed it, only because I could hardly feel it.

"Alright, You need to stop this now." Dottie said, coming up to me. "It was below 15 last night and you were outside!"

"I-I-I'm... S-sorry. I-I have t-to... to do this." I stammered. A frigid breeze blew past and I began to shiver vigorously.

"You are coming inside right now! You'll get hypothermia!" Dottie scolded.

"N-no... I-I-I'm fine. R-really." I shook. Dottie started to push me backwards but I didn't budge.

"I can barely feel you! You're like ice! Come on!" She pushed harder but I didn't move.

She called Skipper up to help her. Skipper came alone with Sparky to help. Before skip even tried to push, he noticed my tires.

"Well, his tires are frozen to the ground."

I didn't even know that. I looked down at them but didn't say anything.

Sparky started to peck at the ice with a tool from Dottie and Dottie and Skip tried pushing me. The ice finally cracked and I moved backwards.

"There. Now c'mon Dusty. At least go sit by a fire pit." Skipper tried to tell me. I looked over to a pit, and rolled slowly over to it, not saying a word. There were two other planes there. Dottie, Skip, and Sparky joined me. There was barely enough room for all of us, so the two planes went to another fire pit.

I felt Dottie lean up against me. She felt nice and warm compared to me. (Do I see a DustyxDottie ship going on here? XD)

"We'll find her Dusty. We'll find her." She soothed.

I am SO sorry for not updating for a couple of weeks... but this extra long chapter should fulfill that! Happy New Years again everyone!