Willy turned off the radio by slamming his fist at the knob, probably breaking it, he didn't know. He was angrier than he had ever been in his life, and felt like crashing the car into a building and ending it with a bang. The letter had been read aloud on the radio as well as the news. He knew from the start it was written to him, and his daughter's name at the end confirmed it. He had felt that she was dead for some time, but to hear that made it far worse. Having something that really confirmed it was the worst thing, and killed off all hope of ever seeing her again.

No, this was not the time to get wrapped up in that. Two people's lives were in danger, and he had to find them quickly. He had heard about the subway, and tried hard to think of where they would go. He didn't know their minds, where they would turn to to claim sanctuary. His best bet was to go to the hospital and gather as much information that he could. Using every ounce of his emotional strength, he pushed away the anger and hate he felt towards the man who had killed his daughter, and turned his focus on finding Jane and Daniel.
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"We came to their rooms and they were gone. There's nothing to tell," said the nurse. Willy dropped his head and felt ready to give up. They could be anywhere by now. "They didn't hint to anything, leave any clues behind as to where they were going?"

"No," she said. "But my best guess would be that they've tried to go to some place familiar to them, some place that comforts them. The question is, where?"

"I don't think we'll find the answer in time," he muttered. "Thanks anyway." He started for the door, but Denise came barreling over to him, and grabbed him by the shoulder, thoroughly startling him.

"Sir!" she cried, catching her breath. "There's something you need to see!" Willy could tell it was urgent, and went with her into the school room. The nurse opened the closet and pulled out the large canvas that Jane had taken great care in hiding from them. "She just finished it this afternoon, almost as if she were planning on leaving as soon as it was finished." She set it up on the counter so it was leaning against the wall, and he stared at it for a long time. The surroundings were dark colors mainly, and in the bottom left portion, there was him, painted to the fullest detail, holding up a little girl with curly red hair and blue eyes, smiling and mouth opened as if she were laughing.

Then centered, surrounded by a blacks and dark blues with a few streaks of red was a doll, laying on its back with a black blindfold, yellow yarn hair, and a muddy blue dress. In thin white letters surrounding it, there were words painted reading: "You can't see me, You don't hear me, Why can't you find me? I'm right in front of you."

And on the lower right portion of the canvas was Jane, on her knees with her face buried in her hands, her head still shaved, and bruises all over her. She was wearing graying clothes, and there was dirt all over her. Willy noticed a mark on her arm, right above the elbow, a small one that looked like a chocolate chip. He stared at it for the longest time, knowing she was trying to tell him something... but what?

Staring at the mark on her arm, he thought long and hard, and suddenly, it hit him like a bolt of lightning. His face went pale, and he was trembling. "No," he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. The nurse stared at him curiously, not sure of what he was saying 'no' about. He closed his eyes, putting a hand over his mouth, allowing the tears to fall. "Why didn't I see this?" He wiped the tears from his face and turned to the door.

"Mr. Wonka, there's one more thing you should know," called the nurse. He stopped and turned around, looking at her. "We got back Daniel's blood work and found a drug in there called Memborphin (made up name cuz I don't know the real name of the drug)."

"I don't know what that is," he said rather impatiently.

"It's a stimulant that was recalled because of the alarming amount of stress and the hallucinations the patients using it experienced. Chances are high that they used it on Jane as well. All that stress is bad for the heart, and he was in such bad shape that another dose could have killed him. If Jane's been put through it as much as he has, you need to find her before they try to give her another dose." This news alarmed him greatly, and he began to panic.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know why they would do it," she said, shaking her head. He turned to the door again and began to run.

"Where are you going?" asked the nurse.

"Someplace familiar to her, where she'd feel comfort and claim sanctuary." With that, he hurried out the door and ran to his car.
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Wonka pulled in to the driveway of his house, and ran to the front door, opening it quickly to find his wife sitting on the stairs, waiting for him along with Deborah and Kyle, all of them looking worried.

"Did you find them?" asked Kyle, trying to hide any worry he had.

"I need to speak with your mother alone... please." Deborah and Kyle shot unsure glances at their mother and left, walking up the stairs silently and leaving the two of them alone.

"What's going on?" she asked. He saw the scarlet around her eyes and how bloodshot they were, and he knew she had been crying for a while, possibly since he left.

"There's something you need to see," he said softly. "Come with me." He took her by the arm and led her out of the house and through the large backyard the children had loved to play in when they were younger. He took her to what looked like a mini castle, which had been untouched for nine years. This had been Jessica's playhouse, and now it hurt too much to go near it, so no one bothered it, not even the children. He could feel Reya gradually become uneasy they got closer, and they stopped in front of the door.

"I'm not going in there," she said softly, shaking her head. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Trust me," he whispered, and opened the door slowly. It took a bit of a tug to get Reya to budge, but he managed to pull her into the playhouse, and close the door behind her. "Willy?" she whispered, but he shushed her. So they walked up to the small steps and climbed to the second floor. They both saw shadows in there, and Willy hastily turned on the light. Two forms, that looked like they could have been people, ended up being a small chair and table set that Jessica had loved to have tea parties with.

"No," muttered Willy. "They've got to be in here..." He searched the room over and over again until at last Reya placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he was beginning to get worked up.

"Honey, it's okay," she whispered, trying to help calm him a little. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I was so certain..." he muttered. He looked positively distressed, and she hugged him warmly, rubbing his back and kissed his cheek.

"It's late," she whispered. "Please, just come to bed. You can look some more in the morning."

"It'll be too late by then," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Honey, the police are out looking for them too, and people have been alerted. They aren't on their own without you. And what good will you do if you're exhausted by the time you find them?" He sighed, but knew she was right, as much as he hated it. So reluctantly, he returned to the bedroom with her, but fell asleep fitfully, his head filled with things that scared him.
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