Woody pulled up to the curb, 12:00 on the dot, but Jordan wasn't on the curb. "She must be inside." He muttered to himself. He got out and walked up to the building. He tried the door but it was locked, sending a pang of fear shooting through his heart. Her car was gone. Maybe she had driven home and he just didn't see her pass. He called the apartment. No Answer. He tried her cell. Still no answer. He was close to frantic now. He called Nigel's phone, thinking maybe he had taken her home. Nigel picked up.
"Nige? Hey have you seen Jordan?"
"Uhh, no, I was just with her why is she not with you?"
"No, and she won't answer her phone or anything."
"Umm, I'll be there in a minute, don't worry Woody, we'll find her."
Click. Woody shut his phone and paced outside his car. Nigel had called Garrett, Bug, Lily, Matt Seely, and even Lu to help search for her. Woody waited impatiently while everyone showed up. Obviously Nigel had told them that Jordan and Woody made up, because they were no longer mad at him. Just worried about Jordan. Garrett organized the search party, while Woody stood pacing some more. Everyone had soon left, leaving only Garrett and Woody. Woody was still pacing, and his heart rate was up to about 300 beats per minute. Garrett stood in front of him.
"Woody, just stop! You're gonna wear yourself out, I'm sure she just went to get gas." Garrett reassured him, though he was still not so sure himself. Woody just couldn't let it go for one second, "What if she's dying somewhere, and every minute we waste, could mean her life?" He said, raising his voice without really meaning to.
"Don't raise your voice at me, now you sit down on the ground and wait." Garret shook his finger at him. Woody did as he was told, and sat down. He hung his head, and did something he hadn't done for years. He sat and cried. He cried for Jordan, He cried for her pain, and he cried for his. Garrett knelt down, looked at Woody and said, "Everything's going to be fine, Woody."
The minutes ticked by slowly and painfully. Twenty minutes became an hour, one hour became three, before they knew it, it was 4 am, and they still had not found Jordan. They were all tired, but kept searching, every alley, street, and other place. Woody was on the brink of insanity, with Lu trying to frantically comfort him. But she was no help. All he wanted was Jordan. His Jordan. Nobody else's. His.