Tommy and his family simply just stared at the TV screen. Dil was still in shock; he had just woken up and wasn't at-all aware of the situation until he saw the news.

"Chuckie... how... how did...?" Dil asked with blatant confusion. "I've told the story too many times. I'm getting sick of saying it." I told him sternly. "He dropped he off in her friend's neighborhood after their date... she got kidnapped not long after he drove off." Phil said. Phil's mood was something... strange ever since I saw him. You could tell he was a little angry and sad that his sister was missing, but at the same time, he seemed understanding of me. Like, he didn't COMPLETELY blame me quite like his parents and Kimi were.

"Chuck, dude... you can't be serious. You just let her go? That's your girl, man..." Dil said. He seemed more disappointed in me then mad at me like the others. But you could tell he was super worried by the look in his eyes like the rest of us.

"Dil, you don't understand... she insisted that I drop her off instead of take her Dakota's. So, I did... and that was it. That was the last time I saw her." I explained to Dil.

"What are you boys just doing sitting around here?! You NEED to be searching. Immediately." Didi told us. Funny this is, is that she was right.

"Mom's right. We need to get out there right now. Call Angelica, Suzy and Kimi." Tommy said. So we did. We rounded everybody up, but I tried to not be around Kimi so much. She might have taken another swing if I did.

I drove them straight to where I had dropped Lil off, but it was still cut off by tape and policemen were still standing around and guarding the area.

When we had pulled up to the neighborhood, one of the police walked up to my car.

"Easy there, you need to back off. I don't know if you've seen the news this morning or not, but-" I cut him off. "I am aware. I actually happen to be the man who saw her last." I told him.

"Ah, so you're Finster? ...follow me, please." I parked my car, and started walking with the policeman over to the camera crew. The rest of the group waited in the car.

That was when they put me in front of the camera.

I simply just told them what I had already said many times. They thanked me for doing what I did, but then told us to leave.

When I got back in the car, we wondered what we would do next. "So... where exactly are we supposed to start?" Angelica asked. "We should probably split up." Suzie said. "That would be more effective... but if she was KIDNAPPED, we won't exactly be looking for HER, would we? There's no way for us to know what to look for..." Tommy said. "The only thing I can think is... go knocking on doors?" Kimi suggested. Well, that's just what we did. For 2 1/2 hours, we went door to door. Not a single soul knew anything. We were getting ready to wrap up for the day, when something happened. "Wait, I just got a text from Dakota... 'Come meet me at the mall food court, by the tables in front of that Chinese place.' Chuckie, turn around. Head for the mall." Kimi said.

When we got to the mall, we headed straight for the food court and found Dakota where she said she would be.

"Ok, listen... I'm gonna tell you something that you can't really tell ANYBODY else. Because the info is... kinda classified. This morning, after I woke up, I actually went out for a run. I wasn't going to go for a run today because Lil was going to be there, but given the circumstances, I just went out. I got to the stop sign and I found a note nailed to the ground... it said '$10,000 dollars, 10 days, 1 chance.' Right around then is when the police showed up, explained everything to me, and took the note as classified material for the investigation... and it also had this phone number written on it." Dakota pulled out her phone and showed us a phone number. I put in my phone. "...what do you think it means?" Phil asked her. "If you ask me, it is CLEARLY a note from Lil's kidnapper... he wants $10,000 for Lil back, in 10 days, or we don't get her back. Clearly." Dakota explained. "Where the hell are we supposed to get $10,000?" Dil asked. "We're better start a crowd-fund... it'll be hard to raise $10,000 in that short amount of time, though..." Suzie said. "I think before we start anything, we need to call this number." I said. I got up, walked to the bathroom, and dialed the number. Phil followed me, but everyone else stayed at the table. The ring-back tone rang about 10 times before I started hearing some shuffling. "Hello? Hello?" I asked... that's when I heard a voice. It was a voice that was obviously be distorted with some kind of voice-changer, because it was deep and sounded un-human. WHoever this was didn't want their identity out.

?: Yes?

Chuckie: ...my name is Chuckie Finster.

?: And?

Chuckie: Do you have my girlfriend?

?: Describe her to me.

Chuckie: Skinny, brunette, red streak in her right bangs, green eyes, about 5'6''.

?: ...yep, this is her. Do you have the money?

Chuckie: No, I just... I need to know more.

?: What more do you need to know? $10,000, 10 days, 1 chance. It's that simple.

Chuckie: But where am I supposed to take the money if I have it?

I was trying to remain calm, but I was starting to shake with anger and my voice was breaking.

?: I'll tell you when you have it.

Chuckie: What happens after 10 days?

?: I ship her off.

Chuckie: Ship... ship her off?

?: Do I have to explain everything? She's fitting a lot of demands we have overseas, and the boys over there are very eager.

Chuckie: ...are you... going to sell my girlfriend... to sex-trafficking?

?: They want her for $8,750. They won't go any higher. Which is really low, especially since she's what they're looking for. OR, I can just get her back to you and get a higher amount. But business is business, and I'm on a time-constraint. If you don't have the money by 10 days, then I'll have to settle for their price. It's up to you.

Chuckie: What are you... what are you doing to her?

?: Nothing. I've given her food, water, a bed, and a shower. She's not being harmed in any way. If I end up shipping her, I don't need her showing up with bruises. They'll send her right back and order a refund.

Chuckie: ...she's not a piece of meat, you got-damn bastard.

?: Look, if you're gonna get mad, I'm hanging up. I have work to do.

Chuckie: What are you going to do if the police show up to... wherever you are? Huh? What are you going to do then, coward?!

?: ...then she dies. So hope for her sake, that the police don't take action... Also, if you tell the police about this little phone call we just had... I ship her immediately.

Chuckie: How will you know if I tell the police?

?: We have people everywhere. Wanna take the chance?

Chuckie: You're bluffing...

?: Ha ha... whatever you say... see you in 10 days... won't I? *click*