Danny's heart was beating out of his chest.

He was in his truck, behind a long line of yellow taxicabs. He honked his horn frantically as he saw the traffic light from the distance turn green.

"I must get to her…. now" was all Danny could think of.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he parked his truck carelessly, and jumped out, almost forgetting to lock his vehicle.

He made his way through the stairs and the hospital halls towards Lindsay's room.

He came to her door and saw an empty bed --- no hospital tray by the bedside table, no purse hanging from the edge of an adjacent chair, no clothes neatly hanging by the end of the bed.

No Lindsay.