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Day 2:

The next day, I interviewed the other siblings of the abducted children, while the rest of the team, minus Emily, did leg work. Emily stayed with me to supervise the 'interviews'. Most of the information was the same as what I had gotten from Abigail. They heard the man, but didn't see him. Some children slept right through the abductions because they were in different rooms, but Oscar Peterson, Regina's brother, said that his sister already had a copy of Alice in Wonderland. And the very tall, scruffy man who took his little sister was talking to himself. It was something about "off with her head" and there was someone else outside. He called the man who took his sister Louis.

Once the rest of the team heard that, the hunt was really on. They had dismissed the idea of a partner early on because there was only one set of footprints. We thought that maybe his partner didn't always go up to the houses, maybe he or she waited in the vehicle. Unfortunately not much progress was made until the following day. Penelope was still looking through the camera footage for the get-away vehicle.

Day 3:

The following day Emily, Spencer and I were teamed up. We were supposed to be looking at a few buildings that the cops had flagged as suspicious and possibly belonging to the unsub. Jen, Dave, Derek and Aaron were looking at two other buildings. Penelope had her computers running through the night, looking for anyone with a name similar to Louis just like the pen name of the author of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. She was also looking for any variations of the name Charles Dodgson. There were only five Louis Carroll's in the province. One lived way up north, near Hudson's Bay, another didn't own any property and he was too old. That left three men who fit the description given by Oscar.

The building we were in front of was an old abandoned canning factory, with large, broken glass windows on the ground floor. It reminded me of a building near where Jen and I grew up in Valencia near North Mammon. I pulled Spencer and Emily behind a rather large snow bank to talk. When we were watching the building from behind the snow bank, standing close to Spencer I said, "Something doesn't feel right."

Spencer's brow furrowed and Emily frowned. While Emily and Spencer were discussing what might be wrong and how to proceed, I snuck away to get closer to the building.

I knew that I shouldn't but I was curious and a little worried about my family, so I looked though the window. I saw something; it was huge and had a timer with red numbers counting down the seconds. I panicked. "There's a bomb!" I yelled and ran back behind the snow bank and pulled Spencer down with me. I was just quick enough to shield the two of us from the blast, but unfortunately I didn't grab Emily and she didn't duck quickly enough. She fell backwards and hit her head on the snow-covered ground behind us.

Spencer called for an ambulance and I sat on the ground next to her while we waited. Emily was lucky; she didn't have a concussion, just a nasty bump on the head. I went to see her when we were ready to leave the hospital. She was standing in front of her bed, putting on her coat. I reached out my hand to touch Emily and she half turned away with a slight frown on her face. I snatched back my hand and felt a lance of pain through my heart because I had hurt her unintentionally. I wanted to cry. My pain must have shown on my face because Emily turned back towards me. I blurted out, "Emmy, ne sois pas faché contre moi, s'il te plaît, pardonne-moi."

She smiled at me, accepting my apology, "I'm not angry Creirwy (kree-ree), just tired and really sore," she wrapped her arms around me and I felt better.

Spencer drove us back to the hotel in silence because Emily had a headache. There was a package waiting for me at the front desk. Spence wanted to know who would be sending me a package. I thought it was weird, but probably nothing important so I brought it up to our suite and set it down just inside the door. Penelope and Jen were waiting for us on the couches in our room. As soon as we got in the room, they both jumped up and hugged Emily, and when they let her go, I was hugged as well. We curled up on the couches and Jen filled us in on what had happened with the rest of the team while Spencer and I were in the hospital with Emily. The search of the other buildings was a bust. They were all abandoned but none of the others had bombs. Penelope went to check on the computers she had set up in her room, then she said goodnight and went to sleep. Emily stayed up with us for a few more minutes before she too bid us goodnight and went to bed.

Jen got the package for me and we settled down to open it; I love getting presents. Inside was a copy of Alice in Wonderland, a child's tiny blue dress and a white rose painted red. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Surprisingly, I managed to hold off the rest of my panic attack until I made it back to the 'master' bedroom. Jen had followed me into the bedroom. I crawled under the desk and curled up into a ball. The only thing I could think was: It's him. It's him. It's him. I must have been talking aloud because Jen answered me, "We don't know that for sure." I remember wanting to glare at her because that wasn't what I needed to hear. I shuddered and she tried a different tactic, "Creirwy (kree-ree) do you want me to go get Spence?" Emily, who by all rights should have been asleep, sat down on the floor next to Jen reached out and put her hand on my head. I shrieked. My smart sister knew better than to touch me during a panic attack but poor obviously Emily wasn't thinking straight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I kept saying it over and over again.

I am one hundred percent sure I scared Emily, but I also know that she wanted to help. The only thing I can remember her saying was something about going to get Spencer. I learned later that Emily woke Penelope and they took the package to the rest of the team. I don't know how long that took, but when Spencer arrived he sat down next to Jen and they started playing Gin and not talking about anything important. It was strangely calming; they were far enough away for me to not feel threatened and they were not talking about the case or anything to do with books.

Eventually I calmed myself down enough to lift my head from my knees. Jen and

Spencer were sitting on the floor next to the bed, about 6 feet from where I was hiding under the desk. When my panicked breathing slowed down enough, I peeked around the corner of the desk to see through the doorway. Emily and Penelope were sitting on the couches, drinking coffee with Aaron and Dave. Derek was pacing back and forth from the door to the couches. I blushed, embarrassed and curled in on myself even more. Jen and Spencer noticed my moving but didn't draw the others attention to it. Spencer rose and went into the sitting room, while Jen looked at me, asking without words if it was okay for her to come closer. I half nodded so she sat down near me, leaning on the desk. When she offered her hand I held on tightly.

A short while later, my breathing was under control and I was half asleep leaning against the inside of the desk. Jen kissed my forehead, let go of my hand and went to the door.

"Spence," she called out quietly. He turned around and nodded his head in the direction of the bedroom. Jen nodded once and he rose from the chair and walked towards her. Between the two of them, they managed to get me out from under the desk and into bed, but I wouldn't let go of either of them. When Jen tried to pry my fingers off Spencer's sweater, I started panicking. Reasoning with me didn't work, neither did Emmy's singing, so they gave up and climbed into bed on either side of me. In retrospect, I suppose that it was a little awkward for them. At the time I didn't care because I felt safe. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Derek and Emily looking in on us. I found out the next morning that Penelope took a picture of the three of us sleeping.

French:

Catherine: (Emily, ne sois pas faché contre moi, s'il te plaît, pardonne-moi) Emily, I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me.

AN2: Edited as of June 5th, 2012.