Location: San Diego, California, Reality; Time: 2 PM
GC grumbled as Static Shock suddenly gave way to WB's Breaking News. It had better be important, if it was taking time away from seeing Gear in all his coolness. The young teen sighed as she settled herself in; she'd watch a few minutes, and if she didn't see her animated buds it was off to the computer to get a shorter version of current events. The WB's news copter circled a nondescript middle class neighborhood; the only indicator that something was amiss was the numerous marked and unmarked police cars sitting around one particular house, their lights flashing. Swallowing back her anger, Carole leaned out from the couch, wondering what could possibly worry the San Diego police to the point that they set up a command center in the middle of Valley Suburbia . . . The answer hit GC like a brick found its way into her stomach. Someone else had been taken. Growling to herself, the young teen made herself sit and watch the proceedings. No child deserved to be taken from their home like that. Shaking her head, Carole listened as the WB correspondent 'sympathetically' listened to the parents make their desperate plea. She then announced that an AmberAlert had been issued, but with the detectives having yet found no traces of breaking-and-entering . . . GC stopped listening, her senses on high alert. With the house rotating in the picture, the Sentinel of Unreality was sure no one could possibly enter that house and leave it untouched. Something strange had happened, something Unreal. But she would have to do a little 'detective work' of her own to be sure. Rising from the couch, her eyes not leaving the television, Carole hastily made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a slip of paper from an old page-a-day calendar and a pen:

Mom –
I'm keeping the television on; something tells me WB won't switch back to anything else anytime soon. You'll find out why I'm gone through that. I'll keep you posted as much as I can.
Carole

Satisfied, Carole placed the note onto the kitchen table, where her mother would hopefully see it. Double checking the television one last time, GC closed her eyes, and let the phasing winds take her away.