(A/N: Oy! I'm so tired. Drama club season again and this year we're doing Suessical the musical. It's a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, it's just tiring. Plus I've got all those annoying songs stuck in my head. "We're Whos, sir/ We're all Whos sir/ I'm a who and so is she.../ We are little tiny people floating by in the air/ Wondering how and why..." Yadda yadda. I had to laugh though because when we got to the whole 'Horton Hears a Who' part, and he says, "I just have to save them because after all a person's a person no matter how small," all I could think of was Wonka saving the oompa-loompas. Just a thought. Okay, here's your long awaited update!)

Despite how hard he tried to find a loophole, nearly a month had gone by and he had been unable to see Jane, or at least hear from her. He was becoming worried, and began to wonder if there was more going on that they wouldn't tell him. The last time she had had an episode, he was called in immediately, even though it was late at night. He knew fretting about it wouldn't change anything, so instead he made an attempt (a weak one, but it was there) to remain patient until he was allowed to go see her again.

One night, to try and relax, he sat in front of the fireplace, reading a book while sprawled on the sofa. Their living room, the one he was in at least, was very large, and reminded both of them of the inside of a large majestic log cabin. The stone fireplace was huge, and there was one large squashy couch on the side, his personal favorite, and a couch that was long and bent into a right angle, which fit comfortably in the corner in the walls. That was a flat screen TV built into the wall across from him, and below it a large stereo system (Reya had gone nuts when she first laid eyes on it.

He stopped when he realized he had read the same paragraph three times in a row, and glanced out the window, and took a deep breath. What was happening to her? For some reason, his uneasy feeling had gotten progressively worse with each passing hour, and he wondered if something bad had happened to Jane. If there was, he couldn't go to the hospital to find out. He still wasn't allowed in, not matter how much he hated it, but for once there was nothing he could do about it.

Finally, as if God had decided he had waited long enough, the phone began to ring, and he sprung for it, dashing out of the living room with all speed and picking up the phone, so quickly he had nearly dropped it. "Hello?" he asked, panting.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Yes," he said, starting to breathe normal again. "What can I do for you?"

"There's been an accident."

"Who is this?" he asked.

"This is Denise, the nurse from the hospital. Jane's nurse."

"Oh, yes! What's happened? What's wrong?" There was a pause, long enough for him to sort of prepare for the worst.

"We have no idea how, but Jane Doe and Daniel Jacobs... they've gone missing. We think they made a run for it."

Willy's blood froze and he stood very still, not sure of how he felt about that. "What?" he managed to stutter at last.

"We don't know how they did it, or where to begin to look, but they're just gone!" Now he was worried. What were they planning to do?

"Oh no..." he muttered.

"We're already starting the search, any help you can give us will be most appreciated."

"Where should I start?"

"Try down here. Look around the city. If they're escape was recent, which we think it was, they can't have gotten too far."

"All right, I'll be right there."

"Oh! And one more thing."

"Yes?" he was becoming impatient.

"Be careful. They're on the news now, so chances are whoever took them before is seeing this on the TV now and could start looking for them as well."

"Oh dear," he muttered, now beginning to feel afraid. "It's a race against time. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye!" He hung up, and ran for his jacket.

"Honey?" came a voice, and he glanced up the stairs to see Reya coming down in her pajamas. "Honey, I need to talk to you."

"No time!" he cried, pulling on his coat.

"Willy, it's important."

"I can't talk right now. Something's happened, something terrible... I have to go now!"

"Willy!" she shouted, trying to get his attention. It worked, and he looked at her and saw the tears in her eyes.

"Honey, I can't talk right now!"

"Don't shout at me!" she cried, tears running down her face. He knew something was wrong, but part of him told him there wasn't time.

"Someone needs me now or they're going to die!" he said, not shouting this time. "Now, unless someone's about to die in the next three seconds, I have to go." He was very snappy, and she nodded.

"Just go!" she snapped, shoving him. He stared at her, slightly shocked, but left, leaving her standing there, crying and shaking her head.

The phone started ringing right after he had pulled out of the driveway, and she didn't have the strength to answer it. She felt terrible for getting angry at him, and knew she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone on the phone without crying. She was very emotional right now, and slightly nauseous which didn't help in the slightest.

"Mr. Wonka, you there?" came a voice on the answering machine. "It's Denise from the hospital. If you're there, turn your TV to channel seven now. If not, God be with you." Click!
Reya felt uneasy, and ran to the living room, turning on the TV and standing in front of it. It was already on channel seven, which was a breaking news story.

"We've just received word that the two missing hospital patients were spotted in this downtown area about fifteen minutes ago. Witnesses say they saw the two board a subway, and aren't sure of where they are headed." The news reporter was suddenly called off to the side, and when she stepped back into view, she was holding a note and reading it over. After a few minutes, she looked back up at the camera and had a hint of fear in her eyes. "We've just received a letter from an anonymous source, requesting it be read for the two patients, and a mystery person to hear:

I've caught them before, and I'll find them again before you will. If you can hear this, know that I am also searching for the patients and know you have them. You have one hour to return them to me. If you fail to do as I say, I will kill you, your family, and gut both of them when I find them, just as I did to your daughter, Jessica. Have a good day."

Reya screamed and turned off the TV. She had already heard it, which was what she had been trying to tell him. "NO!" she screamed. "SICK BASTARDS! SHE WAS JUST A BABY!" She started sobbing loudly, and hugged herself as her children came running down the stairs to see what was wrong.
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