Two weeks later and Ed still hadn't been found. An official missing persons report had been filed, multiple searches had been conducted, surprisingly gaining as many as 170 civilian volunteers, it had even been aired on the news multiple times … If Ed was okay … He would have come forward. But with the investigation, the search, it all came up with nothing. No clues, no hints of where he could have gone … He was just here, and then he wasn't. As if it were as simple as that.

And as quickly as it all began … It stopped. Two weeks and not even a clue, a hint of where he could have gone. The number of volunteers dwindled every day, from 170, to 130, to 100, to 70 …. Down and down until it was just her and Ben. And even then, it was taking a huge toll on Ben … Even the investigation, despite Jim's arguing, had been pushed to the side, and soon all of Gotham once again forgot about Ed. All except those closest to him.

Kristen had been up late last night worrying, after several sleepless nights in a row, and had finally crashed in the early hours of the morning. Light was starting to stream in from the window now, and she blinked her eyes blearily open with a groan. It was time to take care of Rubix, and then go to face work again, still not knowing where Edward was or if he was even … There was something green on the pillow next to her. It looked like a card of some kind. When had that gotten there? There definitely hadn't been anything there when she lay down to sleep … Quickly, she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed her glasses to get a better look.

The envelop was bright green with a purple question mark on it. Opening it, there was a piece of paper in it, a lighter shade of green and with black text typed on it from what appeared to be from a typewriter.

"If you want your lover found alive,

An hour long you'll have to drive,

The game is very simple,

He's located at Gotham's dimple,

You have until 9 A.m. to solve the puzzle.

Come alone, or he dies."

Kristen stared down at the paper, her hands starting to shake. It … it was a riddle. But why? Had whoever was doing this decided to mock him? Or … Or what? And how had they gotten in here to leave it on the pillow next to her? She shuddered. She could figure out who was behind it later … Right now, she needed to find out where he was and get there fast. She considered calling Jim … But knowing him, he would insist on running in there guns blazing, and the note said that if she didn't come alone, Edward … She took a deep breath. Okay. She could do this. It was six o'clock now … She could figure this out.

Gotham's dimple. What in the hell did that mean? It couldn't be literal, obviously, so what was it? A metaphor? Was it talking in terms of topography? Somewhere the land dipped, maybe? But she didn't know that off the top of her head … She went to go get a map, running other possibilities through her head as she unfolded it. If there were a Dimple St just an hour's drive from the apartment, that would be far too easy … A reference to something, maybe? A play on words? What? She looked down at the map, still not sure what angle to tackle.

An hour's drive. That wasn't a specific measure of distance, and depending on the direction, would vary widely in terms of actual mileage, accounting for traffic and the time of day. But it was at least somewhere to start. Going off of her knowledge of Gotham streets, traffic, and resulting drive-times, she marked where she would be in about an hour's time if she set out to drive in different directions, creating a radius of possible destinations. She could rule out anything either too far inside or too far outside of that. She checked different street and location names. Nothing with the word Dimple in it. It had been worth a try. No synonyms for Dimple either. No significant topographical indentations.

She frowned back down at the paper. She was missing something. Could it be something to do with the configuration of the word itself, maybe? An anagram? She directed her attention to the radius of destinations she'd drawn on her map, crossing them out in pencil as they failed to fit the anagram, until finally, she found … "Ammod Pleigh St," she murmured. "Gotham's Dimple" The intersection was about an hour out. The answer made sense … But what if she was running off in the wrong direction? Was she sure enough to bet Edward's life on it? She stared down at the card, then glanced over at the clock. It was almost seven already. If it took her an hour to get there, that only left one hour before nine … There wasn't time to hesitate.

She ran downstairs to get Rubix, dropping him off at Marian's and Ben's with only the explanation that it was an emergency, and that she would explain later. Then she sprinted down the stairs and to her car, following the map to her destination.