The phone calls hadn't worked. Neither had the letters, yes, he had even written letters to the girl who lived mere blocks away, or the numerouse visits all in vain. Plus she had stopped coming to school. Maybe he should have began worrying sooner, but with everything the last three months going so well, besides Brooke had always insisted that there were some things he didn't have to worry about. But he scolded him self...if they really were what he had hope he should have worried.

He pulled upto her house, and after pulling Jenny out of the back made his way to her door.
He knocked but he went unawnsered.
Several times. He began looking around. There had to be a spare key. After five minutes of searching he found one hidden beneath a stone behind a bush.

He fidgeted with the key in the lock while holding Jenny in the other arm.

He knew what was wrong the moment he opened the door. The closet door was opened to reveal a large gap where clothes once hung.

Jake laid Jenny down on the bed to rest while her daddy looked for a clue.

Then he spotted it. Not the 'it' that would have given him the why answers, but at least it would give the where answers.

It was laid in a wrinkle ball on top of her desk. Jake flattened it and read,

"Roger, um...I was thinking it's my turn to give New York a chance. Could I..."

New York?

But a least it was an answer.