"Mrs. Fowler? Yes, it's Sheldon Cooper, Amy's boyfriend… Yes of course… No, I'm sorry about that ma'am. No, I was just wondering if I could speak to Amy?…. Oh, she's not with you?… I'm sorry to have worried you, ma'am. I must have misunderstood. You see, Amy was displaced from her apartment recently due to the earthquake… She's fine, of course, she only sprained her wrist… No, it's nothing serious… I just thought she was going to be staying with you, that's all. I must have misunderstood. I haven't spoken to her yet today… Honestly, please don't concern yourself, Amy is perfectly well. My apologies…Yes, as soon as I speak with her I will certainly have her call you. Thank you for your time. Good day, Mrs. Fowler."

Sheldon hung up the phone. Not only was Amy not with her mother, but now her mother knew she was missing. He sincerely hoped he hadn't caused Amy any additional trouble. His heart lurched once more. He had already combed through at least 12% of the hotel listings in the area. Glancing fruitlessly at his phone again, he picked up where he had left off, in the Bs of the alphabet. He would find her, and he didn't care if it took all night.

"Bayside Hotel? Yes, this is Dr. Sheldon Cooper. I was hoping to leave a message or be connected to a guest staying there, and Amy Farrah Fowler?…. You have no guest registered there with that name? Oh ok, thank you very mu…..'

Suddenly, his phone disconnected mid-sentence. He looked down and realized his phone battery had died. Collapsing on the bed, exhausted, he reached for the charger and plugged in his phone. Waiting impatiently for it to start up once again, Sheldon looked at his ceiling, his mind willing Amy to make herself known. Even if she were angry, at least if she would let him know she was ok, he could live with her wrath. This worry was all-consuming. Closing his eyes, he could almost sense her there, still in his room. She was everywhere. He could still smell her on his sheets, on his skin. He lay in his bed, his room dark and cold without her radiant luminescence. He knew the feel of her now: In his mind, she moved sinuously beneath him, around him. The heat of her enveloping him, dragging him under wave after wave of ecstasy. She had felt incredible, and he had never before known the true power of sensuality, or the deep abiding connection of love, as their bodies joined as easily as their hearts. The call of his name on her lips and in his memory maddened him; an endless siren song in this long night of endless solitude. Knowing that he may have somehow lost her forever caused his breath to clog his lungs, and his eyes to fill with tears. Added to that sorrow was the increased worry. He must find her, he must, or he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his life would be less than worthless: She was the only one who would ever touch his heart.

Amy Farrah Fowler, you are a vixen. And I? The Great Immovable Sheldon Lee Cooper, Homo Novus? I am a fool, and more, I am yours alone. Where are you?

xxxxxx

"No, Leonard, for the last time, we can't get a hold of her. She hasn't answered me or Bernadette. Her phone must be off."

"Well, we have to do something! Sheldon is practically catatonic. He was up all night. He called her landlord. He even contacted Amy's mother. Do you know what he's doing in his room right now? For the last several hours he has been calling every hotel in the area and asking if she is registered there. I mean where could Amy be? Why would she do this?"

"I don't know Leonard! I'm just as worried as you. And what's worse, is this is all over nothing. It's a misunderstanding. Amy's probably holed up somewhere crying her eyes out thinking Sheldon doesn't love her, even though they just had sex! Do you have any idea how insecure and vulnerable sex is for a girl the first time? She probably thinks Sheldon was just experimenting with her or something!"

"But that's crazy thinking, Penny! Sheldon's not some horn-dog getting notches in his bedpost. He loves Amy! He could NEVER have had sex with her if he didn't. "

"Well you know that, and I know that, but Amy might have convinced herself that isn't the case. I mean, she's been trying to get Sheldon to fully commit to her for a long time. Hell, the boy complained viciously about holding her hand and giving her date-night kisses. He even took off on a train when she asked him to move in with her the last time. Maybe she heard him react so badly to her moving in and us moving out, and that it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. She thought he had finally committed. She must have been so happy. Being with Sheldon has been like a dream for Amy. Then she hears him saying he can't live with her? I mean, damn-it, the bed wasn't even cold and her legs were probably still sore— and then he reacts like that? I would have gone all Nebraska on his ass. But Amy? She's different. She's feisty, but under it all she's insecure. I'm sure she just thought he was reverting back to Shelbot. She didn't hear what we did- that he wants her to marry him. His wife, Leonard! If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't believe it!"

"I know! I can hardly believe it. Our Sheldon is all grown up. One problem before we pat ourselves on the back through, Penny. He can't marry her if we can't find her and get this fixed. I'm worried. You know how bad Sheldon is at all this emotional stuff. And what if Amy just decides this is it? And cuts us all out of her life? If we can't find Amy… what will we do? I'm not sure he'll ever be the same, Penny,"

Penny looked at her fiancé with a worried expression, before looking down at her phone once again, sending what felt like the 1000th text message to her friend.

Amy, where are you? Call me, please.