The kids, Bessie and the Mayor were back in the house and were all trying to console Sportacus but with little result. Hasty knocking was heard at the door and Bessie went to answer it. Opening the door Bessie was surprised to see a complete stranger standing there. Something about the man's presence at the house made her fell uneasy, he reminded her of a police officer and she prayed that he wouldn't tell her bad news of Robyn.

"Is Mr Sportacus here? I need to speak with him." The man asked.

"Sportacus is here but he's in no condition to talk to anyone right now. Who are you?"

"I should have said, I'm Detective Christopher Miller." Detective Miller showed Bessie his card and she nodded.

"What is it you need to speak to Sportacus about?"

"His niece, Robyn. I understand she was taken from here earlier by a Mr Snail and I have some news regarding that he really should hear."

Bessie's heart froze, it was about Robyn after all and she hoped it wasn't bad. Not able to speak any further she showed Detective Miller in and closed the door behind him. She led him into the kitchen where everyone was sitting and as he entered everyone looked up, they'd heard what had been said at the door and Sportacus was ready to hear of more bad news despite the fact it might destroy him.

"I have bad news and slightly better but not overly good news. I find that dragging these things out makes it worse so I'll go over this quickly. The bad news is that the tunnel between Lazytown and Crazytown has collapsed due to an accident. What caused the accident we're not sure of but the tunnel collapsed at the Lazytown end. Mr Snail's car was in the tunnel at the time of the incident. Thankfully it was at the Crazytown end but was involved in an accident. We found Mr Snail in the car and identified him by a card in his wallet; the bad news is that Robyn wasn't in the car when we got to it."

"Where could she be? Do you think she was hurt? Was the accident serious?" Sportacus asked, he needed to know.

"I'll start with the last question and work my way back. The accident was serious, the driver's side of the car was crushed against a wall and the front of the car impacted with the back of another. Mr Snail was very badly injured and as far as I know they're still trying to get him out of the car. We believe that Robyn was involved in the accident also but there is evidence she left the car at some point. The rear door was left open. Unfortunately we found blood on the seat in front of where we believe she was sitting and some on the seat as well. There wasn't much blood so hopefully her injuries aren't serious. There was only one way out of the tunnel and we assume that Robyn left the tunnel and may be using the old mountain pass to get back here. It took us fifteen minutes to get into the tunnel after we heard what had happened and the only way in and out is through the Crazytown side. Being that Robyn is very much smaller than me and other adults it wouldn't have taken her long to get out. After we entered the tunnel it took us two hours to get to Mr Snail's car and I've come straight from there so if Robyn is using the mountain pass she's got ground on us."

"How did you get here so quickly if the tunnel is out?" The Mayor asked.

"Helicopter. I've sent it back to fly over the pass to try to spot Robyn. There's a problem though,"

"What's the problem?" Sportacus asked dreading the answer.

"There's a snow storm up there at the moment. The wind is extremely strong and visibility is almost zero. It's too dangerous to send my men on foot up there so I've called in some old favours from some army friends who are trained in mountain rescue. They should be on the mountain within ten minutes. Hopefully they'll find Robyn and alive. There's something you should prepare yourselves for, the eventuality that she might not be found at all or dead. My friends have given her four hours at absolute maximum, after four hours there's no further point searching."

Everyone was shocked. They all knew that it was a slim chance that Robyn survive the mountain but hoped all the same that she would. Sportacus took the news bravely and wished fervently the men would find Robyn alive; he'd lost enough people already and couldn't handle another death.

It was very cold on the mountain and Robyn shivered uncontrollably. She knew that the mountain was the only way back to Lazytown but was beginning to doubt her idea. She thought of turning back but the trouble was she didn't know which direction back was. The snow was almost blinding and she wasn't sure if she was moving forward at all. She felt extremely tired and wanted to lie down and go to sleep but something inside her told her not to. After twenty minutes the snow died down and Robyn was very glad of it. The temperature was no better but at least she could see where she was going a lot clearer.

It was silent in the Mayor's house apart from Detective Miller tapping his pen on the sleeve of his coat. No one had anything to say, there wasn't much that could be said. After a few more minutes Sportacus broke the silence.

"What are her chances?" Sportacus asked.

Detective Miller turned to him, "I can't and would rather not say. Strange things happen on those mountains and they've claimed many a life. My sister died on those mountains."

"I'm very sorry to hear that."

"It's not a problem."

Sportacus nodded, "what were the strange things you mentioned?"

"Legend has it that if you venture onto the old pass you hear the voices of the children that died on it before the tunnel was built. The children ask you to play with them; anyone that accepts the invitation dies. I just hope that Robyn has the good sense to say no."

Out of the corner of her eye she was sure she saw a flicker of something. Turning to see where the flicker had originated from Robyn saw nothing, it was very strange. Her ears pricked when she heard a sound, it wasn't a sound she'd expected to hear up on the cold, barren mountain. The sound was of a child's laughter and cut through the wind like a knife. She looked about her but could nothing. She heard more laughter and what sounded like children's voices shouting, she listened very carefully to what they were saying and was shocked when she did. The voices were calling her.

"Robyn, come and play with us. We want you to play with us," the voices called.

Robyn fought her impulse to say yes, something wasn't right. She carried on walking but the voices seemed to be all around her. She tried running but the snow was too thick and the voices grew louder. Eventually Robyn's strength was exhausted and she could walk no further, she fell to the ground in a heap and tried feebly to fight the darkness which was quickly overtaking her. Within seconds she could fight the tiredness no longer and sank into a deep sleep akin to death.