Tommy walked through the park as it began to get dark. He was looking for a sheltered area and something to eat. The last time he ate was the delicious biscuits, eggs, sausage, and hash browns that his mother had cooked for breakfast. His stomach was growling from hunger and he was willing to eat anything. Even if it was no more than fruit picked from bushes and a tree. As he walked along the path, he saw a five-dollar bill laying on the ground. His heart leapt, at least he'd be able to get something from a snack machine. Walking along the path he saw a pretzel cart next to the playground. Maybe it was still open. He ran to the pretzel hoping it would be still open. An average size man with dressed in a blue uniform was still standing there. Tommy licked his lips when he saw it was an Auntie Ann's Pretzel stand. "How much does it cost to get a pretzel and a drink?" Tommy asked while man at the pretzel stand just gave him a strange look.

"We don't take order from filthy people like you," remarked the man as he began to snicker at Tommy's haircut. "What did you do to your hair? Did you get into a fight with succors?! Or were you dumb enough to cut your own hair-"

"-I was kidnapped," Tommy began looking down as his body. He was covered in cuts and bruises and he had dried blood on his body. "The kidnappers did this to me. I was able to escape and I'm hungry. I've got five dollars-"

"Sorry, kid. You aren't wearing a shirt or shoes," laughed the guy as spit on Tommy. "What's your name ugly boy?"

"Martin Pettis," Tommy lied hoping the person at the stands wouldn't recognize him. Every time him and Kimberly came to the park they came and got a pretzel and a drink. He had only seen that man once or twice. "I'm not from around here."

"Well, Martin, you must come from a weird culture," snickered the man throwing water on him. "When did you last have a bath? Or when was the last time you wore clothes... Wait I get it. Where you come from no one bathes, they walk around in only their under garments, and they have terrible haircuts."

Tommy slowly walked passed the pretzel cart as his stomach began to growl. "I guess I won't be eating a pretzel," he told himself rubbing his stomach. "I'll just look for something else to eat."

He walked along the path until he came to a hot dog stand. Maybe he'd be able to get a hot dog and a drink. Tommy walked over to the stand and was face to face with an older looking man. He appeared to be in his 60's, average height, and had blonde hair. "Excuse me sir, I've just escaped from the people who captured me. I know I look horrible, but, I'm really hungry," Tommy started as he began smell the hot dogs cooking on a grill. "Can I please have something to eat? I have five dollars."

The older looking man smiled. "Of course," replied the man as he started to fix Tommy a hotdog. "I can tell you've been through a lot. What's your name? Are you from around here?"

"I'm Martin," Tommy lied once again as the man handed him a hot dog, a Doctor Pepper, and he even gave him a bag of chips. He handed the man the five-dollar bill and got back $2.50. "I really appreciate this sir. The last several people that I've ran into haven't been nice. I've been spit on, I've had people tell say I'm filthy, and I've had people laugh at my hair cut."

"I'm sure you were once a nice-looking boy," said the man as he let Tommy take a seat in an empty chair sitting next to the cart. "I saw a beautiful girl earlier this afternoon. She was depressed and crying. This girl looked like her heart was breaking."

"A break up with her boyfriend?" Tommy guessed taking a bite of his hot dog. "I've seen a lot of girl sitting in the park crying after a nasty break up."

"The girl I saw was worried about someone she loved. That person and is missing and no one has seen them," informed the man as he started to close down the hot dog stand. "She said it was the boy that she was engaged to. The girl said he was handsome, attractive, and he was tall. She said she'd know him anywhere."

This wasn't Kimberly or was it? They weren't officially engaged, so the man must have been talking about another girl. If this was Kimberly she would have described what he looked like. It must have been someone else. Before the man left, he said him, and his wife owned the good will store close to the Angel Grove High School. Tommy said he'd be fine and come by if he needed too. Once the man left, Tommy started to continue walking through the park. He made sure that he walked behind bushes to stay out of site. "I wish I didn't have to wear these stupid purple speedo briefs," Tommy said to himself as he looked down at the at them. They were already covered in dirt, blood, and had some tears in them. He went to sit behind a bush to catch his breath. The bush had several other bushes around it and he didn't have to worry about being seen. Besides there was a small bathroom with a shower right across from the bush. When he got behind the bush, he felt something fall at his feet. "Just great, you got what you wished for." Tommy broke off in a fast run and held the money tight in his hand as he ran to the bathroom. When he got in there, it was empty, and he went to the nearest shower and turned the warm water on.

Tommy stood under the shower and let the warm water soak him. His money was a water proof sack hanging on a bath hook. "What am I going to do now?" he asked himself to try to fight back the tears that were streaming down your face. "I'm no longer who you used to be. I'm not a brave, strong, handsome, attractive, Tommy Oliver anymore. Now I'm a Tommy, whose afraid of everything, isn't attractive, isn't handsome, and I have a horrible haircut. I doubt Kim would want me like this."

Meanwhile, Kimberly arrived back at the Campbell's house after staying at the command center hoping to locate Tommy. She headed up the stairs still dressed in her purple bikini. "I'm going to throw this stupid bikini away!" she announced in frustration. "I never want to see this again. If Tommy and I hadn't have had that stupid argument, he would have given me this ringer sooner and I'd be married to him by now."

"Kim, you're blaming yourself too much," Aisha cautioned following Kimberly up the stairs. "I've tried calling Tommy's parents and they aren't home. And they aren't answering their cell phones. James got an important call around 8 AM and had to leave town. And Jan went with him."

"James teaches paleontology at the University of Angel Grove. He had already scheduled to go on a fossil dig long before this came up," Kimberly began closing her bed room door long enough to change into some jeans and a tee shirt. She quickly slipped on her rain coat and a pair of rain boots. Then she headed back down stairs grabbing an umbrella. "They are probably in an area where they don't have a cell phone signal."

Kimberly opened the door and it was being to drizzle. "Kim, it's supposed to rain," Aisha declared looking out at the dark sky. "They are calling for a lot wind and heavy rain. You could get sick."

"That's why I threw on my rain coat," Kimberly snapped opening the umbrella and walking out the door. "I saw the weather on TV this morning. I will be fine!"

Aisha quickly slipped on a rain coat and grabbed the other umbrella. "I'll come with you," Aisha said pulling up her hood. "With two people we'll be able to cover more ground."

"Thanks," Kimberly smiled as they walked out into the rain. "I hope I find him. After my mother married the French Painter, she adopted Pierre's daughter Amelia and she's prefect. Her grades are prefect, she has won beauty pageants, she's a model, and I could keep going on about her."

"Have you met her?"

"Yes, I've met her a few weeks ago when I went to Paris to visit Caroline and Pierre over the winter break. Amelia is rude, hateful, and gets everything she wants. Next year she wants to be Miss Pre-Teen Paris and Pierre's trying to rig the competition. Amelia hates me and threw a fit when she found out I was moving to Paris at the end of the year. And they gave into her and told me to stay in Angel Grove."

Aisha zipped up her rain coat as they walked into the park. The wind was already beginning to pick up and leaves danced around in the air. Her is began to scan the area, until she saw a pair of purple speedo briefs being blown through the air and they got hung on a tree branch. "I think I found something," she warned leading Kimberly to the tree branch. Her heart sank as they got closer because she knew that when Kimberly last saw Tommy he was wearing those purple speedo briefs.

Kimberly grabbed the speedo briefs and dropped to her knees. "He's been here," she sobbed looking at the speedo briefs. She noticed they were filthy, had blood stains all over them and they were torn. "He's probably been hurt and drug off somewhere."

Tommy sat in the shower stall thinking about how he'd make to a safe place without being seen. He was looked around and saw a ceiling towel that appeared like it had been moved. That was it! He could climb through the ceiling and see what was available to him in that small building. Tommy quickly dried off and threw the water proof sack over his shoulder. Tommy went into a bathroom stall and stood up on the toilet. Being careful not to fall he pushed the ceiling towel out of the way and climbed into the ceiling.

"I defiantly don't want to live up here it's dark and full of cob webs," he gulped as he began to crawl on his hands and knees through the ceiling. As he crawled he looked through the vents. Tommy kept crawling until he saw a janitor closet below. Slowly moving a ceiling tile next to him, he carefully dropped down. The room only had janitors' supplies, and trash sacks. Laying in the corner was flour sack. His eyes lit up as he grabbed a pair succors and cut two arm holes and a neck hole in the sack. He slipped the flour sack on and it looked like a dress.

He opened the door and it was raining. Tommy quickly started to walk and the rain and bumped into a girl. Kimberly to be exact. She just stared at him and didn't say anything. Hopefully, she didn't recognize him.

Kimberly watched the him walk through the park and Aisha ran over to her. "Who was that you ran into?" she asked as Kimberly stood there watching Tommy walk away. "They look pitiful. If I didn't know better, I'd say that was Tommy."

"That isn't Tommy!" Kimberly snapped squeezing the purple speedo briefs in her hand. "What gave you the idea?! Don't you think I'd recognize him if it was?"

"Kim, it sure looked like him in the face," Aisha continued watching the boy just stand there. "It could be him. What if the people who captured him gave him a haircut and dyed his hair-"

"-don't be silly!" Kimberly hollered snarling her nose. "Tommy wouldn't allow that to happen. He's strong and would be able to fight someone off. Tommy has brown shoulder length hair and that person's hair is blonde and their hair is cut at different lengths."