Boston, Mass had a lot of things to offer, but the heavy rain and thunderstorms were low on the list, and high on Ren's enjoyment list. The heavy rain hammered on the roof of his room. Thunder rolled off in the distance. Only moments ago had it crashed just near the garage. Yet with all the noise and rain coming down outside, Ren wasn't the least bit distracted. He sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard, with his history book propped up on his legs. His iPod was blasting loudly over the rain in his ears. Surprisingly, with his iPod to keep him mildly focused, his history book was an interesting read. For a text book.

A soft tap on Ren's shoulder snapped him from his focus. He looked over his shoulder to find his Uncle Wes standing at his door. Ren pulled his buds from his ears and sat up. His uncle was drenched from the rain, even in the short distance it was from the house. His short brown hair was stuck to his head and his shirt clung to his chest.

"What's up Uncle Wes?" Ren asked.

Wes jerked his head toward the house. "Reverend Moore's on the phone for you back in the house."

Ren's brows arched slightly. "Really? What's he want?"

Wes shrugged. "Beats me, why don't you go ask him."

Ren smirked and closed his history book. "Course, you know this means that if I don't pass my history test tomorrow, I have an excuse."

Wes shook his head. "My ass you get an excuse."

Ren chuckled and jogged behind his uncle to the house. The rain pelted down on them, drenching them both within seconds. The cold water felt wonderful Ren's face. Refreshing after reading. Wes slid open the back door of the house and entered. Wes returned to his chair and picked up the newspaper. Ren followed his uncle and closed the door behind him. He walked up behind his cousin and ran his hand through his hair, spraying the two girls with water. The girls screamed and ran down the hall from Ren.

Ren laughed to himself.

"Ren." Called his aunt. She held the phone in her hands.

Ren nodded. He moved to her side and took the phone from her. "Reverend Moore?"

"Ren? I was wondering if Ariel was with you." Reverend Moore asked.

Ren blinked to himself. "Uh, no sir. I haven't seen her since I dropped her home today."

"Has she called you recently?" he asked.

"No sir. Is Ariel in trouble?" Ren asked.

Shaw Moore sighed heavily on the other end. "I'm not sure Ren."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Ariel's not at home. Her mother said she went for a walk a few hours ago, but she hasn't come back yet. I've called Rusty but she hasn't heard or seen her either. All of her books, bags, phone, is still at the house." Moore answered.

"Maybe her walk was longer than she thought?" Ren suggested, though more for himself than for the reverend. He wasn't going to deny the worry starting to keep into him.

Moor sighed again. "I don't know, Ren. I'd like to think time just escaped her, but I honestly don't know."

"This might be a stupid question sir, but have you talked to the police?" Ren asked.

"I have. They're watching the streets for her." Moore answered.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"If you see Ariel, have her call home."Reverend answered. "And pray it's soon."

"Yes sir." Ren said. The call ended. Ren hung the phone back up on the receiver and sighed.

"Everything okay?" his aunt asked. She stood in the kitchen, working on dinner.

Ren turned. He shook his head. "Ariel went out but she hasn't come home yet. Her parents were wondering' if I'd seen her, they're kinda worried bout her."

"And you haven't seen her?" she asked.

"Not since I took her home after school." Ren answered. He leaned against the kitchen counter.

"What are they doing?"

"They have the cops watching for her on the streets." Ren answered. He looked outside at the dark storm. Something wasn't right about this. "I'm going out."

"Ren dinner's almost ready." She said.

Ren nodded. "I know but…I gotta check some place. Just on the off chance she's there. I'll be back soon."