A/N: I was asked about how Carly could bump into Sam when she's invisible. It's a bit confusing. Sam is invisible, and no one can hear her, but she can be touched. Or else, she wouldn't be able to open her locker or pick up her books. So, I hope that explains it. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

I sat slouched in one of the Benson's chairs. Freddie was on the phone with Carly. "I haven't seen her…Really...No, I'm sure it's not your fault…She wouldn't blame you…Did you talk to her mom…The police…Yeah, I guess it is that serious…Ah, man…" He sighed. "Don't cry…It'll be okay…I know…Okay…Bye…"

He collapsed into another chair. He looked pale and depressed. I guess I could understand that. I could even feel my own tears dripping down my cheeks. I wanted to hide my face out of embarrassment, but I realized it didn't really matter. No one could see.

I fell asleep on that chair…listening to Freddie's breathing and the soft patter of the rain.

When I woke up, I saw Freddie standing near the window watching the storm. It really was an all around terrible day. Funny…I always loved the rain. It just had a quality that was relaxing and soothing. He stared out the window. His eyes were puffy, but he wasn't crying. I guess he is trying to stay strong or maybe he just doesn't care. Don't think like that! He does care…You know he does…

"Sam…Where are you…I know you're out there…Sam…" Then, I saw the single tear roll down his pale face. "Maybe…Maybe…Carly was right…" About what? "Maybe wishes do come true…Good or bad…" He moved slowly away from the window toward his room.

I curled up in the comfortable chair just thinking. It's only been a day. Everything will be okay. Maybe it's just a bad dream. Yeah, a dream. I knew that it wasn't a dream. Have you ever noticed that in a dream, you never know it is one. Even if you do, you wake up once you realize it. This was too real to be a dream, but I didn't want to believe it. It just didn't make sense. Freddie was right. I didn't blame Carly for this, but it did seem like it was her fault. No! Don't say that! The last thing you need is to be mad at her right now. I sighed aloud. Though, it really wasn't out loud I guess.

Freddie was in his room on the computer. Of course. I watched from the corner; unseen, unheard. Once I think about it, it doesn't seem that different. The only time he ever notices me is when we're arguing…or when I happen to dump a smoothie over his head. I snickered at that. It was really very sad, but…I don't know. I've learned to find humor in everything. It's the only way I survive.

Freddie turned away from his computer. He didn't seem able to concentrate. Something was bothering him. Well, it's pretty obvious, really. Again, humor in everything. Sometimes, it's hard to be serious. Sometimes, it's even impossible. For me. Freddie crept toward his window whispering softly to himself. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I had a feeling it was private. "It's only been one day. She'll be back. I know she will. She wouldn't run away without telling us. Would she? No…No she wouldn't." He seemed to find comfort in the rain's drumming on the window, too.

"Freddie!" came a shrill voice. Mrs. Benson…

"I'm in here mom!" Freddie called out with more enthusiasm in his voice than shown on his somber face.

"Did you use your lotion?"

"Yes, mom."

"Did you put on cloud block?"

"Yes, mom."

"Did you take your vitamins?" Does she ever stop?

"Yes, mother!" Looks like he's getting annoyed, too.

"Fredward! Have you been hanging around that girl, again?!"

"She has a name!"

"Yes. Yes. I know. Sam." That's just mean, Mrs. B.

"Mom…Sam's…Sam's…gone…She disappeared last nigh."

"Oh…Well…Think of it this way, at least she won't be here to terrorize you any more." Mrs. Benson smiled. Freddie just turned and sauntered back toward his room, locking the door.

"I just wish I could see you one more time, Sam. I…I'd tell you…"

A/N: It wasn't meant to be a cliffhanger. But, oh well. Thanks for reading. It seems I'll be able to update almost every day. Sometimes even twice. But, don't count on it. R & R. Arrivederci, SheriffBoB.