Hello gentle readers! I am so very sorry this latest addition took so long. Just as I was struck with so many ideas for my story, school decided to keep me busier then ever! But don't worry! I'm sure that, after Halloween, things will start to quiet down a bit and I can start adding more. Until then, I hope you bear with me and keep reading a reviewing! TTFN, ta ta for now!

The Douglas Farm

Oliver was still on his knees in front of his house, staring down the road in a state of shock. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his wife was gone again, just like that. Out of all the years they had been married, nothing seriously terrible had ever happened to them. Now in a matter of two months, Oliver had managed to lose her not once, but twice. He just couldn't believe it.

No, his head screamed. You haven't lost her yet. There's still a chance to save her. Go after her!

Oliver knew his conscience was right. There was still a chance that he could get her back. With that, Oliver arose from his and beginning running down the road after the car. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do once he got there, all he knew was that he had to do something.

"Oliver! Oliver, where are you going," he heard Joseph call after him. Oliver didn't bother to answer. He just kept running down the road as fast as he could. Joseph caught up with him quickly and ran along side.

"Oliver, where do you think you are going," Joseph asked once more.

"I have to go rescue her," he replied.

"Oliver, you can't. I won't let you," Joseph said. With that, he grabbed Oliver's arm and brought him to a halt.

"Let go of me! I have to save her," Oliver exclaimed as he tried to wriggle out of Joseph's grasp, but Joseph only tightened his hold.

"Oliver, you can't just go off and rescue Lisa from three dangerous criminals by yourself. It's impossible! They could hurt you. They could hurt her," he exclaimed, but Oliver didn't seem to be listening. He just kept on trying to free himself from Joseph's hold.

"I have to do something! I can't lose her again! Please! Let me go," Oliver exclaimed.

"No, I won't," Joseph replied forcibly.

"I don't understand! I thought you were our friend," Oliver cried, still trying to escape.

"I am your friend," he replied.

"Then why won't you let me go save her," Oliver asked.

"Because you'll get hurt. This is a job for the police, not you," Joseph said, trying to reason with him. "Do you really think that you could just catch up with them, defeat them all and rescue your wife single-handedly?"

"Well….no," Oliver admitted, finally stopping his struggle.

"I didn't think so. Now, let's just go back to the house and call the police. I'm sure all the kidnappers want is money. They'll probably return Lisa safely as soon as they get it. We just have to remain calm. Alright," Joseph asked with a look of concern and compassion on his face.

Oliver nodded his head in agreement. Joseph smiled and led Oliver back to the house to call the police. As they walked back, a million thoughts raced through Oliver's head. Oliver knew Joseph was right about calling the police, but something deep down within him was telling him that something was terribly wrong.

Oliver began getting strange feelings of de ja vu, like he had experienced this before. All of a sudden, it hit him. The nightmare that Oliver had had the night before! This was almost exactly like it! Lisa was in trouble and Oliver was trying to rescue her, but Joseph prevented it. But it couldn't be the way the dream was. The dream was too horrible to be true. Or was it?

Suddenly, Oliver remembered the words he had just spoken earlier. I don't understand! I thought you were our friend. Those were the very words he had spoken in his nightmare. How could he explain that? As more thoughts came to Oliver, that dreadful feeling in the pit of him began to intense.

Oliver decided to push all of those feeling aside for now and concentrate on the well-being of Lisa. He and Joseph finally arrived back to the house and climbed the pole to call the authorities. Oliver tried to speak to them, but was too shaken by the whole ordeal to make coherent words. Joseph gently took the phone from him and began explaining the situation. Meanwhile, Oliver sat on the roof and buried his face in his hands. He began to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past two months.

Oh Lisa, please be alright.