A/N: Slightly different layout in this one. Enjoy.
"Zack, I'm scared."
"It's okay, Robbie."
Robbie started to cry.
"It's okay."
"I want Mom," he wailed.
Zack pressed his face against the bars, straining to see his brother in the darkness. Hopeless. "Don't cry, Robbie, it's going to be all right."
There came no answer from the younger boy and Zack bit his lip to keep from crying himself.
"It's okay, Robbie. Go to sleep."
Eventually the sobs subsided to sniffles and then to light snores. Zack curled up into a ball and prayed to anyone for help. "Please, God, send Detective Munch, send anyone. Please, God, send someone to help us.
"Please, God, please."