A/N: Well, I stayed awake until 12 so I can publish as early as I can! I have a busy day tomorrow, so I won't be around for most of it and I didn't want to keep you all waiting for too long! Err, this ones a bit shorter than the other ones, still, please enjoy!

Aww, I hope I didn't make you too sad with the last chapter… Oh and Piper, get well soon! :) Please R&R! Oh, and you might need more of these... *hands you a tissue*

Bree opened her eyes and gasped. She was in some sort of dark, endless void. She heard a chuckle from behind her and shuddered as it echoed eerily. She realized it was Randall's laugh and whipped around. "Randall?" she asked.

Then she saw him. He was standing behind her, about 20 feet away and he looked almost normal except for his face. His mouth was pulled back into an evil grin, revealing sharp jagged teeth, and his eyes were…gone! His empty, black sockets bulged as his grin grew wider, more sinister.

"Kimmie…" he rasped.

"W-what have you done with Kimmie?" Bree squeaked.

He didn't reply but reached out to her, his hand bony and skeletal.

"Kimmie…" he repeated in the same voice. He started towards her, slowly, like a zombie.

"G-go away!" Bree screamed. Randall advanced slowly, still grinning wickedly at her.

"No…NO!" Bree screamed again and felt herself trip over her own feet. She plummeted to the ground and scrambled back as Randall approached.

"Bree…!" this time he said her name.

Bree's eyes widened.

"NOOOO!"

Bree woke up with a jolt and looked around to find Marra shaking her and looking at her with a worried expression.

"Bree! What's wrong? You were whimpering in your sleep."

"B-bad dream…" Bree said shakily. Why would she dream something like that? Was it a warning?

"You ok now?" Marra asked.

"Yeah, I think so… let me just check on something." Bree replied as she got up. She made her way towards Kimmie's room and knocked. That dream had been very disturbing and the way Randall had been saying Kimmie's name freaked her out. She just needed to make sure Kimmie was ok, to put her unease at rest. Especially after Kimmie had burst into the kitchen looking so upset yesterday. When Kimmie didn't answer, Bree's heart fluttered and began to feel faint.

"Kimmie? You awake?" she called. No answer.

Bree opened the door slowly and peeked in. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Kimmie's bed was empty except for Randall, who was sleeping on the end. "Kimmie!?" she screeched, and began to tear the room apart in a frantic search. Bree felt herself start to hyperventilating and feel sick to the stomach with worry.

Marra heard all the commotion and peeked in. "Bree! What are you doing?" she asked.

"I-I can't find Kimmie! She's missing!" Bree cried.

Marra's face drained. "Are you sure?"

"I-I…I just don't know…" Bree put her head in her hands.

Randall woke up to someone pounding on him. "Ouch! What do you want?" he snarled.

He looked up and met Bree's furious face. "What did you say to Kimmie?!" she screeched at him.

He couldn't meet her eyes and looked away.

"Well whatever you said to her made her run away!"

Randall shot up. "Run away? Are you sure?"

"Her bed was empty this morning! I can't find her anywhere!" Bree said hysterically.

"Calm down! She's 6, she couldn't have gone too far." Randall said, more to reassure himself. If Kimmie got hurt or worse because of him, he didn't know if he could go back to Monstropolis and live knowing he was responsible.

"I've looked everywhere!" Bree started tugging at his arm frantically.

"I said calm down!" Randall shook her off and ran out the door.

Randall ran through the house, growing more frantic every second. He checked in the bathroom, under the beds, in the closets briefly, but didn't go in them. After searching every inch of the house, he ran outside calling, "Kimmie!"

Marra ran up to him, looking more worried than angry. "Have you found her?"

Randall shook his head.

Marra glared at him. "This is all your fault. If she gets hurt or killed because of you, I swear I will kill you!"

Randall ignored her and shoved her aside. He continued to look around the house, and when he found nothing, he headed for town. "Kimmie, where are you…?" he muttered under his breath.

Night had fallen and there was still no sign of Kimmie. Grant was on the phone with the police requesting a search party, Marra was on the phone with Adam, and Bree was sitting on the couch biting her nails and watching the news. Simon was on the floor sleeping, completely wiped out from a day full of searching.

Randall looked around guiltily at the broken family. He shouldn't have let himself get so close to these humans. As usual, he always screwed things up. He let his fronds droop and looked out the window. He sat there, watching the gray clouds roll over in the sky when he heard soft whimpering next to him. He turned and saw Max looking at him with sad eyes. Randall sighed and decided to put their differences aside.

"Hey, Max…" he greeted sadly, giving Max a gentle pet.

Max whimpered and licked Randall's hand.

For the first time, Randall didn't flinch or pull away, instead he just sighed softly. "Yeah, I miss her too, buddy."

Suddenly a drop of rain splattered against the window pane as thunder rolled ahead. Bree frowned and turned up the news.

"Heavy thunderstorms all through out the night. Here are some safety precautions. Keep all pets indoors, get your flashlights ready, and head for the basement!" the weather man stated.

Marra groaned and Grant ran a hand nervously through his hair.

"We can't just leave Kimmie out there!" Bree said.

"She might not even be outside. Maybe she went to one of the neighbors?" Marra suggested as she put down the phone.

"What did dad say?" Bree asked.

"He's on his way home right now. He isn't showing it, but I'm pretty sure he's freaking out." Marra replied, grabbing a lock of her hair and playing with it nervously.

"Who wouldn't be…" Grant sighed as he put down the phone as well.

"Well?" Marra asked him.

"The police were kind of suspicious we didn't call earlier, but they're on their way as well." Grant said.

"Think they'll bring us in for questioning?" Bree asked.

Grant just shrugged. He turned to Randall, who was staring out the window watching the flicker of lightning flash in the sky.

"Kimmie's out there, somewhere. I'm going out to find her." Randall said.

"Randall, it's dangerous, you could get struck by lightning and you shouldn't really go out with your cast while it's pouring." Grant said.

Randall turned around, a serious look on his face. "I got everyone into this mess, I'm going." He said firmly. The kids all looked at each other.

"Alright, be careful." Marra said.

Randall nodded and slipped out the door. He flinched as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky right in front of him. He squinted into the pouring rain. He could barely see anything as he stepped out from underneath the porch and into the rain. He shivered as the rain hit him and headed for the backyard.

From the distance, he thought he saw car lights. Probably Adam coming home. Suddenly he felt something squish under his foot. He blinked rain out of his eyes and picked it up. It was Buttons the Bear. Kimmie had been here. He would've definitely missed it if he hadn't stepped on it.

He looked out into the pouring rain and whispered, "Kimmie…"

A/N: OK! OK! That was the last really sad one! Well… there might be ooonnnee more, but that depends on how sensitive you are I guess.. hehe. See you Friday! :D Remember to review ;)

Well, this might not cheer you up, but... I just got Pokemon Black 2 for my DS! Lawl, I'm so excited! :D Yes, I still play pokemon. harharhar. *looks at your sad face* Urm... here's some chocolates? *awkward silence* Well, I tried... :'(