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So I got too many comments asking for no crossovers. No problem:) I won't.
AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
The response from the audience was incredible. People were calling Sonic Boom demanding to know more about the situation. Mr. Dawson was having a hard time keeping up with the calls. Dez and Trish were helping, but about 20 calls were coming in every 45 seconds. People were pouring in to Sonic Boom to talk to me and Nicole. The police were letting in few people at a time so we could explain.
Nicole says to me, "You're not joking, are you." Her voice was grave, knowing.
I shake my head. "No. Ally was actually kidnapped by Trent. He's one of the most wanted people in Miami right now."
She shakes her head. "Why does he want you to give up your career?"
"Well remember when he and I were on the Wanda Watson Show?" She nods. "Well like I tried to explain to my fans, he was phony. He came in to where Ally and I record our songs and took the CD we just finished with. We hadn't released it, yet, so we couldn't prove it. He got a friend named Dex, a parody name of my friend, Dez." I nod to Dez. "He took our handshake. He took my TV appearance. He took our song, he tried to take over my life. But after his embarrassing experience on the show, he gave up." I shake my head.
"I can't believe this. I see what you mean when you said that I wouldn't forget this interview."
"I'm sorry it wasn't what you hoped for, but it was important."
"I understand," she nods.
ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW
I feel ill. Malnourished. Lonely. I just want to see everyone. Austin.
I hear a very faint sound coming from one of the corners of the room. I look up to see a caterpillar coming from a hole. I jump up to catch it in case it falls.
It does and I do.
I sit back down where I stood and gently caress the shaken caterpillar. It's so adorable. They don't have very pretty faces but the colours they have are gorgeous.
Almost like the caterpillar awakened something in me, I suddenly feel awake and faithful that everything will be okay.
AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
We just finished a global news segment. The calls were down to a couple every 10 minutes. Mr. Dawson closed the store at an officer's request. He said that with everyone knowing about Trent, it will be easier to find him. He can't hide forever, and now that everyone knows, he won't even be able to buy butter without someone recognizing him and alerting the nearest police station.
I feel a little better but I'm still extremely tense. I need to know Ally's alive.
My phone rings. I see the caller ID. It says Trent. The number is unknown but I saved it to my phone so I'd know it if was him again. I call everyone over and before I answer it, the technical analyst does her thing and starts the software to trace the call.
Once ready, I answer the phone. "Trent," is all I say.
"Austin," he replies. "You ready to give up, yet?"
"Never."
"Really?" he says, surprised. "Maybe you'd reconsider if you saw a picture of how Ally looked right now."
"What do you mean, Trent," I demand.
"Well, she isn't looking too good. Her hair's a mess, her faces is stained from her tears. Awh. And you don't care," he says in a sadistic tone.
"Shut up, Trent."
"No, really, it's horrible. I took a picture just last night when she was sleeping on the floor. She's been biting her lips, too. They look like they were bleeding at one point."
I swallow down my anger. I want to kill this guy.
"Show me the picture," I demand.
"Okay!" He says this with heavy sarcastic excitement. He hangs up.
"Was that enough," I ask the girl. "For you to trace it?"
"I think so," she replies. She's frantically clicking and typing and muttering. We're all watching her computer with absolute fascination as well as confusion because we evidently have no idea what she's doing.
My phone buzzes. On my screen, a box pops up saying Trent: one attachment. I signal everyone to get close, except Mr. Dawson because he might not want to see.
A horrible picture shows up and Trish runs from the circle to vomit.
"Make sure she's okay," I instruct Dez. He nods and runs after her.
I want to burst in to tears and tear Trent in half at the same time. The picture shows Ally curled up in a ball on the floor of an ominous room. She's sleeping. Her lips are very red, from what I assume is dry blood and she has bruises around her wrists and ankles. Her hair is as Trent said, matted. She looks like she's in so much pain. She's thinner. She looks more tired. She doesn't know that a picture of her was taken.
"If we can't figure this out," I say to everyone. "I'll give up singing for Ally. I would have done it immediately but I didn't think it would take this long. We all know that he'll drop her off somewhere and run. We don't want him to run but I don't want Ally dead." I hear Mr. Dawson sob at my last word.
They nod. Luckily the analyst says, "I found him!" before it comes to that.
I rush to her side. "Where is he?"
"He is..." she pinpoints the location. She stops.
"Where?!" I demand.
"He's here."
"In Miami?" an officer asks.
"No," she says. "In the mall."
