"Maddie?" Cody asked. "What are you doing here?" He nudged her to wake her up.

"Um, I can't remember!" Maddie cried.

"WHAT?" Carrie demanded. "Where's Zack?"

Maddie cried. "It's okay Maddie," Cody reassured her. "We'll find Zack. But why are you here?"

"I think my mom was driving me to the store. I was going to get flowers for Zack. And then there was this woman, blonde hair, really thin, she was there, and then it went black. Cody, I'm sorry, I've got no idea where Zack is," Maddie replied.

"That was the woman from the accident!" Cody exclaimed. "She hurt you enough that they sent you here, but what happened to Zack?"

"Let's ask the front counter," Carrie answered. "Excuse me," she said to the receptionist, "do you know what happened to Zack Martin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and 13 years old?"

"The little boy?" the receptionist said. "Some woman checked him out an hour ago; I thought she was his sister, so I let her have him."

"Did she have any paperwork? How could you let a child out of the hospital without knowing where they're going?" Carrie accused.

"She said her name was Carrie Martin, I looked it up and it said Carrie Martin under mother. True, she looked a little young, but it might've been a teen pregnancy," the woman said.

"She's Carrie Martin!" Cody pointed at his mother.

"Sorry, but all I can do now is describe the woman," the receptionist said.

Carrie called the cops and they came right away. The receptionist described the woman to the police, and some squads were sent out to look for her.

"Do you have anything we can scan for fingerprints?" one cop asked.

"Yeah," the receptionist answered, "She signed this paper with this pen." So they did a fingerprint check. The laptop on which they scanned the evidence showed a picture of a woman exactly the same as the way the receptionist described her. The woman, Cody remembered, had been the same one in the accident.

"That's her!" Cody shouted. "She hit us in the accident!"

"So then she is to be charged of kidnapping and drunk driving?" an officer suggested.

"Yes," another agreed, "if we can find her."

So they sent out more squads with the news. Some were sent to put on radio warnings and TV station warnings. Carrie and Cody stayed with Maddie, with the doctor.

"Maddie," the doctor said, "with all that's going on, we just want to help you so you can help Zack. Now let's see here, you must've been bleeding, do to the clothes you were wearing earlier."

"DARN!" Maddie shouted. "That was my favorite outfit!"

"Yes, but there is more to life than clothes," the doctor sighed. "You must've been bleeding a lot. You also have a bump on your head, and your right arm bone is fractured."

"So," Carrie recapped, "She has a bruise and a broken bone?"

"Yes," the doctor said again, "But we're going to need money to pay for the surgery for her arm. Her mother doesn't have enough money to pay, and we were wondering…"

"I can't do it!" Carrie cried. "I have to feed my family!"

"I'll do it," Mr. Mozeby said, walking into the room. "You can take my money I have saved for a year."

"Mr. Mozeby," Maddie's eyes had tears in them, "You would do that for the candy counter girl?"

Mr. Mozeby nodded, "When you really care about someone, you'll do what is best for them."

"Maddie!" London exclaimed as she ran into the room. "I would pay for your surgery, but I'm paying for Zack's search party. Oh, I'm sorry, but do you want to go to Hollywood next weekend?"

Maddie nodded. London ran back out of the room.

"So we'll begin surgery?" the doctor nodded to Mr. Mozeby. Mr. Mozeby agreed and they took Maddie into a room where they perform surgery on her.

"Well," Cody said, "that was a nice thing for you to do, Mr. Mozeby."

"Thank you Cody," Mr. Mozeby sighed, "I hope everything works out okay."

"We found Zack!" an officer shouted as he burst through the hospital entrance.

"What?" Carrie asked him. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine! The woman took him to the park, where we found them sitting on the bench, Zack was so scared of her; he wet his pants."

"Oh my goodness!" Carrie exclaimed. "Does he still have amnesia?"

"Why don't you ask him for yourself?" the officer suggested.

Zack walked through the doors. "Hi people!" he said.

"Zack!" Cody hugged him. "Are you okay?"

"Hey, you're that guy that I was talking to in the dream!" Zack exclaimed.

"It wasn't a dream!" Cody shouted. "It was our twin-telepathy!"

"What's that?" Zack asked. Finally someone was aware of the good-looking puff Cody made.

"Eat it," Cody demanded. Zack obeyed, and his eyes lit up.

"Cody!" Zack shouted. "I'm okay again! Where's Maddie?"

"She's in surgery," Cody answered. "Her arm is broken."

"Thank you Cody! I remember now!" Zack shouted. "I hope Maddie comes out okay."

"She will," Carrie said, "And the best part is that woman will be put in jail."

"After court," a police officer interrupted. "She claims he walked up to her and sat next to her on the bench."

At court a week later:

"Do you promise to speak the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the judge asked the witness in the testifying seat.

"I do," the woman said.

"Now tell me," the lawyer for Zack started, "You were just driving along at night, and you saw this accident. There was a blue car, belonging to this woman here, and a navy convertible, belonging to London Tipton. What else did you see?"

"Well," the witness said, "the light turned red for the way the blue car was going, and green for the convertible. Then there was a sudden flash of light, and there was a body flying through the air. I slammed my brakes, and so did everybody else. The next thing I know, there was an ambulance, a fire truck, the whole shebang."

"Now," the lawyer said to the audience and the judge, "the body wouldn't have flown through the air if it had been, say, fully conscious and aware that it had crashed, because the impact was not that great. First, she wouldn't have flown if she had been buckled securely in her seat. Second, her body was way too limber than a normal body should've been. I am suggesting that this woman was drinking too much the night of the accident, unless you can give us a different explanation, Ms. Johnson."

Ms. Johnson, the accused woman stood up, "Mr. James, I was not drinking the night of the accident. I am light-weighted, you see. I am below the normal weight level of my age, and that is what caused me too eject. I admit: I didn't have my seatbelt on, though."

"Ah," the lawyer sighed. "But, why are you so light? You can't be so abnormally skinny without a reason."

"I have bulimia," Ms. Johnson muttered.

"Can you say that louder?" the lawyer asked.

"I have bulimia! I was fat as a child and I had to lose weight to become my job!" Ms. Johnson yelled.

"What exactly is your job?" Mr. James, the lawyer asked.

"I am paid to have sexual relationships with men," Ms. Johnson sighed.

"SICK!" Zack shouted from the desk across the aisle. Carrie reached from behind him and clamped her hand over his mouth.

"Yes, but the simulations on my dear friend's laptop," Mr. James motioned for his assistant's laptop, "shows that someone your weight couldn't have possibly taken so much distance. You had to be asleep or unconscious." He played the simulation of a stick figure set to 75 pounds flying through the air a lot lower than Ms. Johnson flew.

"I admit it!" the woman burst into tears. "I was drunk, the man I was with forced me to drink!"

"That may be another case we have to solve," the judge interceived. "But for now, you are sentenced to 10 years in jail for drinking and driving, and for kidnapping."

The Bailiff came and took the woman away, and the crowd rejoiced. Maddie slapped a high five to Cody with the other hand that didn't have the pink cast on it.

"Thank you Cody," Zack said.

"You got it bro!" Cody replied.

Maddie hugged Zack, "You were really tough through this, you know." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

I hope you liked it; that was the final ending. Miracles do happen, so expect the impossible! May your days be merry and bright!

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