Charity worked some more on her song and she finally had the first verse written. "Listen," Charity said.

She played it and sang:

I'm a little blond girl

Lost in the world

Scared and all alone

Waiting for God's angels to come and rescue me.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please review my song as well! I'm writing it as I go along so that it ties in with the story)

"What do you think?" she asked.

Joan nodded. "That's great!" she said.

"Briana inspired me for that part. Then it just repeats the chorus."

Charity put her guitar back in its case and propped it up against the wall. She laid back next to the wall and looked at Joan. "Why would Price want Briana?" she asked.

Joan shrugged. "I have no clue," she said. "I'm wondering the same thing."

Charity smiled. "With as many naps I've taken today I doubt that I can get to sleep."

"We can get Luke in here to read the chemistry notes."

"I want to go to sleep. Not be bored into a coma!"

Joan laughed.

Charity stared at the wall. "It's scary that God put two teenage girls in charge of finding a little girl," she said. "What if we can't do it?"

"God chose us because He knows we can do it."

Charity looked up at the ceiling. "I hope You're right, God," she said. She closed her eyes and begged for sleep to come over her.

"Charity?" Joan asked after a while of silence and then she realized that Charity was asleep. She reached over and touched her arm to make sure. The room spun around her and she was standing next to Charity in a warehouse.

Joan jumped. "Where are we?" she asked.

"Are you an angel, too?" Briana asked, looking up from her cot.

Charity walked over to Briana and sat down and pulled the cover up around her. "Sh, this is my friend, Joan. We're going to get you out of here," she said.

"Tonight?" Briana asked, hopefully.

"I doubt tonight."

Joan looked around and noticed that they were in a warehouse. Briana looked at Joan. "Why aren't you glowing like Charity?" she asked.

Joan looked over at Charity and realized that she was glowing. Joan shrugged. She walked over and Briana touched her face. She didn't go through her like she did Charity. Charity gasped. "Because this is my dream," Charity said. "And Joan you're not part of my dream."

Joan looked down at Briana and then over at Charity who was biting her lip. "I have an idea," she said.

"What?" Joan asked.

"When someone calls the police department the address pops up somewhere doesn't it?"

Joan got what she was going at. "Yes," she said.

"Who's in here?" a booming voice asked.

Charity motioned for Joan to follow her behind some boxes. Briana laid back down and pulled the blankets up around her and closed her eyes. Charity and Joan both held their breath and tried to stop their hearts from beating so fast.

A beam from a flashlight showed over the room and they ducked down further. The light disappeared and they heard a door shut and then a sound overhead.

"I'll go to the office and call the police," Charity said. "You stay here with Briana. Try to get her out of here."

Joan nodded. She was glad that Charity hadn't volunteered her to call the police she was trying to not choke on her heart that somehow made it up to her throat. Charity snuck out from behind the boxes and disappeared to the office. Joan walked over to Briana and picked her up and wrapped the blanket tightly around the little girl and looked around for a place to leave. "Go to sleep," she whispered to Briana. Briana wrapped her legs around Joan's waist and her arms around her neck and laid her head onto Joan's shoulder.

Charity crept into the office. She walked over and picked up the phone and punched in 911, as the phone rang on the other line she found the voice distorter. She picked it up as a woman operator said, "Hello?"

She held it up to her mouth. "Hello," she said, her voice distorted. "I have the missing girl, Briana Watson. My guilty conscience is eating away at me. I'm turning myself in."

"Oh my God," the woman said on the other line.

"Please. Come get me."

"Who's there? I know someone's in here."

Charity dropped the phone and the voice distorter and took off out of the office as Price walked down the steps from the apartment upstairs. Charity ran over and saw Joan looking around.

"No time to look for a door," she said. They fell behind some boxes. Charity saw a crate with holes in it. She looked at Joan. "Open it."

Joan nodded and put Briana down and opened the box. It was empty. The girls climbed inside. It was big enough for the three of them to fit inside, considering that Charity could go through someone in case it wasn't. Joan pulled the top of the crate back up and she and Charity stared through some of the holes as a man, Mr. Price, and a woman ran in.

"Mommy," Briana whispered. Joan put her hand over her mouth and looked over at Charity.

Sirens wailed outside and tires skidded.

"Oh no!" the woman, Mona Watson, said.

Police burst in. Will was with them. "Where's the girl?" he asked.

Charity touched Briana. "Listen to me. When I count to three, Joan will open the crate for you and you run to that man there," she pointed to Will. "He'll take care of you. Got it, Briana?"

Briana nodded.

"Got it?" she asked Joan. Joan nodded.

"Where is she?!" Will asked.

"One…," Charity started counting. "Two…Three!"

Joan kicked the crate open and Briana climbed out and took off running to Will. Joan and Charity looked at each other. Joan touched Charity's arm as Charity woke up back in Joan's room again. Joan had collapsed onto the floor next to her and was asleep. She opened her eyes and sat up.

Joan and Charity stood up and walked to the living room as the phone rang. "Hello?" Helen asked. "Will? You found her! Oh my God! Thank God! See you when you get home."

Joan and Charity looked at each other.

Kevin wheeled in next to them. "What's going on?" he asked.

Luke came running out of his room.

"You're father arrested Mr. Price and Briana's mother," she said. "And they found Briana."

Kevin smiled. "Yes!" he replied.

Helen hung up the phone. "You kids get back to bed, hopefully they'll find someone to take Mr. Price's place by tomorrow," she said.

Joan and Charity smiled. They walked back to their room but neither girl went to sleep until an hour before they had to get up. Charity finished her song.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those people who said the chapters need to be longer is this long enough? LOL. Sorry, I couldn't stop typing!)