Dana sighed, copying down scheduled parties for the next few days on the company calendar (one of the many tasks Allan gave her to do during her night-shift) and checked the clock. Was it really only 1:08 AM? Time passes slower when you're alone, she thought, scribbling down the next birthday event. More people were coming to their new location, likely because of its proximity to suburban areas and its new attractions. Personally, she preferred the ones back at the last place. Less plastic-y.

She adjusted the fan on her desk, thinking about the original robots now sitting, unused in the back room. It made her sad for whatever reason...sure, they were older, but they definitely seemed friendlier-up until they started going nuts during her and Dave's shifts, of course. But they hadn't moved since arriving at the new building. Maybe they just wanted a change of scenery, she considered. It'd drive her crazy being stuck up on stage for years. They probably needed to stretch a little.

As she moved to begin filing party requests, the sound of footsteps started approaching from the dark hallway. Dana froze, not sure what to do-she was the nightguard of course, but what now? She didn't have a weapon! Her mind came back to her as she flipped on the security cameras, though the only thing she could see was a shadowy figure wearing a beige fedora and matching trench-coat.

Beads of sweat began to materialize on her face and her heart-beat quickened at the sound of dress-shoes clicking on the tiled floor ahead in the darkness. The most she had was her heavy-duty flashlight-maybe she could hit the intruder over the head. But, she had to see who it was first. She gulped, flicking it on.

A sense of relief calmed her slightly as the light illuminated the figure in the hallway. He didn't look threatening or that he meant to do harm...he must have been nearly six feet tall, hands tucked into his pant pockets as he leaned against the wall. His neatly cut blonde, slightly graying hair reflected brightly, as did his dark blue eyes which were fixed on her as she examined him.

"Good evening...though, really, I should say morning," the man said, checking his watch on the arm not pressed to the wall. "Who are you? Do you work here?" Dana demanded, getting to her feet. "My name is Henry. And no," he answered, eyes rather tired-looking. She thought she could almost see a deadness in them, though there was a sense of determination she got from it. "What are you doing here? We closed hours ago," She questioned, keeping the flashlight trained on him.

The man cautiously took a step into the office, the overhead light now showing him completely as he removed his hat. "It's Dana, right?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow. The woman's jaw clenched and her heart-beat quickened again. "Y-Yeah," she stuttered. "H-How do you know that?"

"Employee archives," the man answered simply, as if it was something she should have easily guessed. "I wanted to talk to you," he continued, one hand holding the fedora to his torso, the other still in his pocket. "About?" Dana questioned, her grip on the flashlight tight. "The events that occurred at your previous location, of which I'm sure you're aware."

The woman nodded slowly. "Are you a cop or something? Investigators stopped meeting with us weeks ago," she said in an unsure tone. "I'm not," Henry answered, his blue eyes still on her. "But, I guess you could call me something of a vigilante. I'm doing my own research on the disappearances that happened at Freddy's last month."

Dana raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Why would you want to ask me about that? Allan's the one to go to," she said. Henry sighed with a look of remembrance and annoyance on his face. "I've tried talking to him already. Won't speak a word to me...and your fellow co-workers aren't exactly people I'd trust to give me factual information."

Dana had to agree with him there. Aside from Ray, she was one of the only people there who wasn't a high-school drop out who did nothing but show up to work and party hard on the weekends. A lot of the employees seemed to be perpetually uninterested in anything that didn't directly involve them, and they often didn't pay much attention to what happened at the restaurant.

But, there was her partner. He was hard to discern, but he had a good work ethic and was never late-he even covered for some of her shifts she couldn't make.

"What about Dave? Or Ray?" She asked, her hold on the light loosening. He didn't seem like a danger now.

"I don't want to approach Mr. Johnson if I can avoid it. He's still a minor if I remember correctly. Who was the other one you mentioned?" Henry said, puzzled.

"Dave-I think his last name is Miller or something. He's the other nightguard, does some day-guard stuff? He's also our animatronic technician?" She responded, somewhat confused. "I thought you said you got my name from the archive."

Henry nodded. "I did. I don't recall a Dave though...perhaps it hasn't been updated," he said, one hand on his chin in thought. Dana shrugged. It was definitely a task that she could see Allan not caring much about. "So...what did you want to ask me about?" She questioned hesitantly.

"Right. Well, first of all, I believe that what happened at Freddy's was...malicious. And for that reason, I want first-hand accounts of what went on that day, if you would be so kind as to assist me," he said determinedly. "Sure," Dana replied.

For what must have been the twelfth time, she recounted everything she had done and observed in that two hour block-which certainly wasn't much. Re-filled the party favor box, cleaned some tables, blew up some balloons, and read magazines with Ray for a bit. Pretty simple.

While she spoke, Henry jotted down her words with incredible speed on a pocket note-pad he had kept on the inside of his coat, stopping her once or twice to verify information. "And you're sure you didn't see them leave anywhere?" He asked again, pen poised over the paper.

She nodded. "The only one I noticed was gone was that blonde girl-Susie or something. She asked for help with the carousel ride hours before everyone started freaking out, which is why I realized she was missing later." Henry nodded, reviewing the pages of notes he had in his hand.

"Thank you for your help. It means a lot for me," he said, tucking the pad back into his pocket. Dana swallowed, feeling how dry her lips were. "You think someone hurt them? That someone did something to them?" She asked hesitantly. The man sighed tiredly and nodded. "Yes. That is my belief."

He straightened, looking as if he were about to leave when Dana stopped him. "Wait," she said, one hand out. He turned and looked up at her attentively. "I want to help you," she said softer. He raised an eyebrow.

"I lost a friend to a kidnapping years ago. We never got justice for him..." she said unsteadily, feeling her throat tighten. "If you're right, and someone's taken these kids from their families, I wanna make sure they have what's coming to them." Henry looked at her for a moment in silence, almost in reverent respect. "It would definitely be helpful to have more than one person on this case," he said, gaze fixed on her.

"Is that a 'yes', then?" Dana asked hopefully. "If you can promise me two things," Henry said, eyes looking intently at her. She waited in anticipation for his response. "One, you won't tell anyone about this. Not your friends, not your family, and certainly not your co-workers," he stated with firmness. She nodded resolutely. "And two-if you find anything, or if you go places looking for anything-you'll tell me. Can you promise me that?" He asked. His tone gave the authoritative feel of a parent that somewhat caught Dana wanting to tell only the truth. She nodded again. "I promise," she said firmly.

Henry smiled-something he hadn't done until now, she realized. It made her feel happy, made her want to smile herself with its same warmth and kindness. "Here," he said, handing her a paper he tore from his notepad, a series of numbers and an address on it. "My number for when you need to call me. I already have yours. I'll be staying at a motel twenty minutes from here for the next week or so, maybe longer," he said, pointing at the address.

Dana nodded, trying to memorize the information as Henry placed his hat on his head and turned to the doorway. "Goodnight-stay safe," he said, disappearing into the hall. "Night," the woman called, though she wasn't sure he could hear her. She looked back down at the paper and folded it neatly, placing it in her pocket.

What was she getting herself into?