Boo. wow, that was random... oh well. Okay, this chapter might be a little confusing. it's going to skip around a lot, so I'll try to make it as non-confusing (I don't even know if that's a word!) as possible. If you still don't understand it, pm me and Ill attempt to explain it that way. But this is more of a filler chapter because I realized I needed to put in all the things from the trailer too, which is also a reason for why it skips around a lot.

Also, from now on, all my stories will be from the 1st person POV.

I sat opposite from my friends and bandmates, Nate and Jason. We were on the tour bus and had a gig later, but I had just gotten a phone call that had sent my world tumbling down. The phone was in the middle of us, where I had placed it a few minutes ago. No one said anything. No one could make my feel better.

"We need to find her," I said finally. "We need to help find Mitchie."

"Shane, it's a long shot. We probably won't be able to find her."

"I don't care! If it were Caitlyn who'd gone missing, would you want to find her?" Nate and Caitlyn had started going out a month ago.

"Yeah, but-"

"So what make Mitchie any different from Caitlyn?"

"Shane, Nearly 800,000 children disappear every year from the US. Out of them, only 10,000 are found alive." (The last part is false. 10,000 is the number of children NOT recovered.) I could feel my face fall.

"But, I love her."

"Chances are she's not going to be part of the 10,000 that are found man," Nate said. "Look, I'm sorry, but that's the fact." I stood up briskly and slammed the door to their bedroom.

"He'll be okay," I heard Nate reassure Jason. "He just needs time."

I stood towards the back of the church with my friends. Mitchie's parents were up at the alter, with Caitlyn and Sierra, her best friends.

"Mitchie was an amazing person," Caitlyn was saying. "I wish we knew where she was, and that's she's okay, and not somewhere... d-dead." Her voice cracked on the last word.

"I miss my friend," Sierra said. "I wish she would come back, if she can. I wish she was here." A picture of Mitchie was about five feet to their left, and Shane couldn't take his eyes off of it. Already, he couldn't quite recall what her voice sounded like, or what it sounded like when she laughed. He couldn't clearly remember the last time he'd seen her in person.

The memorial ended too soon, and I sat on a bench by the pond outside. I stared at the dark water, imagining what it would be like to jump in it.

"I know you're out there Mitch," I said softly. "Please come back. We all miss you."

"Dude, what are you doing?" I jumped. I hadn't heard Nate's approach.

"Nothing." I said quickly.

"Shane, why can't you just accept the fact that she's not going to come back?" Nate demanded.

"Because she will!"

"No! She won't! She's probably never going to come back!" I stood up and looked him in the eyes.

"Yes she will. I'll search until I find her. I will not give up." I spoke in a deathly calm voice, then turned on my heel and walked away. I will find Mitchie, if it's the last thing I do.