Chapter 2
Bonnie poked her head into Devon's office.
Devon, his gray hair in disarray from a recent round of horsey, sat at his desk reviewing paperwork. Four year old Michaela sat at a child size table coloring.
"Devon, can I talk to you for a minute?" Bonnie asked, motioning to the hallway with a twitch of her head.
Michaela glanced up from her picture and smiled at Bonnie. "Hi, Aunt Bonnie! Wanna see my picture?"
"In a minute, sweetie. I need to talk to Uncle Devon for a minute," Bonnie responded, smiling warmly back at the child sized female version of Michael Knight.
Bonnie couldn't conceal the concern on her face, as Devon came into the hall.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Devon asked immediately.
"K.I.T.T. and Carlee are nearly three hours overdue, and I can't get K.I.T.T. on the line."
Devon thought back to the days when Michael drove K.I.T.T. for the Foundation. Back then, this was a regular occurrence and no cause for concern. Carlee, on the other hand, maintained regular contact, and was always punctual.
"What about K.I.T.T.'s homing beacon?" Devon inquired.
"It's not transmitting. That's another reason I'm worried," Bonnie replied, beginning to pace. She'd been opposed to the idea of K.I.T.T. and Carlee continuing Michael's work for the Foundation, not wanting to possibly have to grieve for another friend lost. She hadn't been able to deny the logic of K.I.T.T.'s argument, though. K.I.T.T. had specifically been programmed for this work, and Carlee seemed to have been programmed for it, as well, in her own way.
"Take the semi and go search their last known location," Devon instructed. "I'll stay here, with Michaela, and let you know if they come in."
Bonnie nodded, spun on her heel and headed out the door.