Then Laura realized that the noise was coming from some sort of machine. Then she noticed that the man had seen her and pushed a button on the machine and turned a dial. Then the noise changed and got louder. Next, she heard words coming out. Now she realized that the noise was music.

She listened to the song, and decided that he was trying to send her a message. She had never heard the song before, but decided that she liked it.

Then he did the same thing and the song changed. Both songs were slower songs, but she noticed that the voice of the person singing this one was a higher pitch than the other one. She felt like this was a message to her that he may help her.

Then she saw him stand up and start walking towards her. She was a little afraid, so she slowly backed away, but because she was limping, he saw this and quickly caught up to her. Then he knelt down to get to her level, put his hands on her shoulders, and said: "What's wrong sweetie? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Then Laura said: "I was kidnapped!" And then she fell into his arms, crying into his shirt.

He instinctively pulled her into a hug and tried to comfort her. He noticed how dirty she was and that the hem of her dress was torn. Then he smelled something and so he lifted her dress slightly and was shocked to see that a girl of her age was wearing a diaper! And then he saw all of the marks on her back from where she had been beaten.

Next he said: "Sweetie, how old are you?"

Laura said "12" in a small voice through tears.

"I just noticed that you are wearing a diaper and had marks all over your back."

"I know. They have been there. They put me in that diaper when they kidnapped me and never changed it and I was there for a month", she said, still crying.

"Sweetie, please look at me and tell me your name. Mine is Kevin."

"I'm Laura. Nice to meet you sir."

"It's nice to meet you too, Laura. Wait a second. You can't be…. Just can't. I think I know who you are, but I also think my eyes are playing tricks on me."

"Who do you think I am?" Laura asked, still crying.

"You're Laura Ingalls from Walnut Grove Minnesota and your Ma is Caroline and your Pa is Charles. And you have an older sister named Mary, and younger sisters named Carrie and Grace."

"Yes. I am Laura Ingalls."

"And you are from the year 1879."

"Laura said "Yes sir" while still crying. Then she asked: Is it true that we are in the year 2019?"

"Yes it is."

"I want to go home."

"I know Laura. I would too if I were in your situation. Everyone would. Here. Let's go sit down. I'll carry you. I noticed that you were limping a lot and don't want you to hurt yourself even more."

"OK."

"There we go. Wow you're light. What else happened?"

"The older man would beat me on a daily basis, sometimes two or even three times a day."

"Wow. That's terrible."

"And he gave me no food or water during the day."

"That's awful."

"Fortunately, almost immediately after the older man did that, he would pass out from drinking too much whiskey and his son would give me water during the day and water and a little food at night."

"At least he did that for you."

"Yes. Though I was locked up in a cage all the time for a month. The only times I was not in the cage was when the older man was beating me."

"That's not good at all."

"The older man had also taken my dress off when he started to beat me the first time. I didn't wear anything but this diaper and my hair ribbons that entire month."

"Wow."

"That is, up until last night."

"What happened last night?"

"The older man was beating me again and he was even more drunk than he had the entire time I was there and so when he put me back in the cage, he forgot to lock it. Then he passed out. His son had just gotten into the shower and took 15 minute long showers. So I slowly pushed the door to the cage open, trying to not make a sound. I left the door open and quickly grabbed my dress and put it on. Then I grabbed my shoes and quietly slipped out the front door. Then I ran, hid behind a hedge, put my shoes on, and then ran some more. A few minutes later, I slowed to a walk, and then turned down a main road and found myself heading south along I95 South. I tried to prevent people from seeing me so I walked in the woods next to the road. Since it was getting dark, I was just inside them so that I could see where I was going. I still tripped and fell several times, which is partially why I'm so dirty and why my dress is torn, why I have all these bites, and why I'm limping because I hurt both my legs when I fell all those times. But they also didn't let me take a bath or shower while I was there."

"That's just terrible Laura. You can be sure that we can help you. I'll get you cleaned up, meaning your diaper changed, and giving you a nice bath to get all of that dirt off. Plus my wife will wash your clothes and sew your dress. Then I will take you to the doctor to check your legs and those bites, plus get you weighed and everything else that they do in a check up. I need to take my girls to see the doctor anyways, so it is no trouble."

"Thank you sir", Laura said, still crying some.

"I know what you went through was awful. You did not deserve any of what you described. You will be safe here Laura. I promise sweetie. You will be safe here."

"Thank you. I couldn't go any further. My ankles hurt that much."

"I'm sorry that they hurt sweetie. We will get you to a doctor soon so that they can take a look at your ankles and start the healing process. But before we go inside, I'd like you to hear this one song."

"OK."

"This song is by the Zac Brown Band, called Chicken Fried."

After it was over, Laura said: "I like it. In a way, it reminds me of home. Ma's Fried Chicken, Pa playing his fiddle. All the love that they had for us."

"Your Ma and Pa are great people. I'd like to meet them one day. Now, let's go inside and get you ready for a bath, which includes changing that diaper, or at least, cleaning that area before your bath, and then putting a new diaper on you. While I'm taking care of that, my wife will wash your clothes and sew your dress."

"I didn't think my dress was fixable."

"It is. It is a little torn at the hem, but that's it, other than being really dirty. We may need to wash it again later today if the stains don't come completely out, but we won't dry it in the dryer if that is the case. Come on now, let's get this done sweetie so that you can start feeling better."