Red pov

Work was hectic, well, work was always hectic but tonight, Wendy was not around to control all the jerks in the back; who thought that stuffing napkins in their pants and puffing cigars in your face was going to get us into bed. I poured the drinks behind the bar as slowly as possible, so that I did not have to go out there. At least behind here no one could get in, until they climbed over the counter and stole the milk. I saw Dylan hanging around by the side of the bar, he was a waiter here and always looked pretty sad.

"Hi, what's up?" I walked over to him and he looked up.

"Oh, nothing." He smiled "...Where's Wendy, she didn't turn up."

"Oh she's... In hospital or something." I shrugged, I didn't actually know what had happened to Wendy, everyone else seemed to know but hadn't told me.

"Hospital?" He exclaimed and looked shocked. "What? Is she ok?"

"Erm... I don't know. I don't really know what happened." I sighed.

"She was here earlier, what could have happened since then?" He asked.

"What, she was here earlier?" I repeated.

"Well, yeah she came in at around five." He nodded. "It was just me working and there were no customers... I wish it could remain that way!" He laughed and then looked at me. "Not that I don't want you here or anything, I just meant..."

"Yeah yeah, I know!" I smiled. "But what was she doing at work early?"

"That's what I asked her." He pointed out. "She said something about a fight with someone, I don't know."

"Wow, it's like solving a mystery!" I laughed and Dylan's phone bleeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and read it aloud.

"Hey Dyl, turn on CBS radio." He droned. "What?" He looked at me as if I was going to know what it meant.

"Don't look at me!" I laughed and it bleeped again.

"It's about your parents." He suddenly looked worried, even though he had not apparently seen them in years.

"There's a radio in the back." I told him and I lead him through the door to the kitchen. There was no one in there and so I turned on the radio.

"So that was Jillian for you, let's hope the beanstalk she is attempting to grow, does reach the clouds!" The presenter laughed. "News from Corsicana, Texas now where a middle aged couple have made a humungous discovery. David and Sheila Newfield were working on a farm in Dallas and dug up something that could change their lives forever. Hugo Speilton reports."

"Are they your parents?" I asked Dylan.

"Sounds like it." He nodded.

"Thanks Nick, yes I am here in Dallas, Texas where, a few hours ago, David and Sheila Newfield, dug up their future."The reporter yelled through the speakers. "The couple were helping out at a voluntary thanksgiving clean up and dug a hole about thirteen inches deep before finding a one hundred dollar bill. The couple dug further and uncovered about one thousand dollars before alerting the 'clean-up crew'. The police were then called and dug deeper into the hole with a crane; eventually uncovering approximately eight million dollars in cash. The question everyone is asking now is; 'who put it there?'"

"Thanks Hugo..." The presenters voice started again.

"Oh my God, Dylan, you're rich!" I exclaimed.

"No... My parents are rich." He corrected.

"Yeah so, they're gonna die eventually!" I shrugged.

"Yeah well, I'm not going back there even if they do have loads of money." He told me.

"What? Why?" I questioned.

"That's why I moved here; to get away from them, they could have billions of pounds and an open top tree house and I still wouldn't be bothered." He informed me and I looked at him. "My childhood dream."

"Oh, well, you have a very strong mind." I nodded. "If it was me, I'd be out of here straight away."

"The latest news we have is the report on the young woman, here in New York, who escaped from a hospital in Manhattan. Wendy Testaburger, had a fit earlier on today and was transported to St. James' hospital after the attack. She woke up about two and a half hours later and news was that at eight O' clock, Wendy had been reported missing. Julie Roberts, who works in the 'accident and emergency department', states that around seven thirty, Wendy had asked her if she could go home. Mrs. Roberts told her that she had to wait until she was fully recovered and that was the last she saw of the patient. Police have discovered that part of the window ledge has been broken outside the window of Wendy's room, but there is no evidence on the ground below of whether she may have fallen. Wendy's whereabouts is still unknown." The reporter finished and I stood, frozen. Wendy was... Missing? Why had she escaped? I could tell Dylan felt the same as he was being awfully quiet as well.

"Wendy... Wendy?" I stuttered and saw him nod. I pulled out my phone and dialled out a number, it rang three times and then picked up.

"Hello?" Said the voice on the other line.

"Stan." I gulped. "Have you heard the news?"

"Erm... No why?" He asked.

"Wendy..." I trailed off. "Wendy's missing..."

Sorry for short chapter, really late at night! Review please! xxx