"Mr. And Mrs. C., he knows," Fonz exclaimed as he stormed into the house the next morning.

"Who knows what,Fonzie," Mr. Cunningham asked as he helped his wife put away groceries.

"Danny knows about Chuck." Howard sighed and turned to Fonz.

"Fonz,nobody knows what has happened to Chuck. Not even I."

"You know what I mean,Mr. C," Fonz panicked. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Cunningham opened the door to discover the mail man in front of him. Retrieving the letters,he skimmed through them to discover a letter by an unknown address. He paused and slowly opened the envelope. His face turned a shade of white.

"Howard, is everything alright,"Marion replied,concerned. He handed the letter over to Fonz to read it aloud.

"To whom it may concern,

We know the whereabouts of your son,Charles. Disclosed is four train tickets to New York city and the address of the hotel you will be staying at. Come as soon as possible

-TBD"

Fonz paused.

"Howard,who is TBD?"

"I don't know,Marion. Does it say anything else,Fonzie?" He shook his head slowly and grabbed his coat.

"No,it doesn't. I do know one thing,though. I know that I need to find him. I promised red if he needed something,I'd always be there for him. Richie is busy,so I will find ran in front of Fonz.

"Stop, don't leave." Fonz was in shock. Howard grabbed Marion and his coat.

"We're coming with you."

"What about Danny,Howard?"

"Don't worry,Marion. Roger will watch him." Fonz laughed,his face grew serious for a second.

"Mr.C,are you nutso?" Howard put his hand on the Fonz's shoulder and guided him out the door.

The three of them got to the train station. Waiting to get on the train, they noticed Potsie approaching them.

"Hey,guys! Sorry,I'm late!" Marion went to Potsie and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Nice to see you,Warren."

"Now,tell me again, who is this letter from?"

"We don't know. We are going to find out," Fonz started.

Howard sighed and put his arm around Marion.

"If only we knew it would have been this long before we would have seen him again." Marion burried her face in his coat.

"Don't worry,Mrs. C., we'll find out what happened to Chuck,"Potsie said as he zipped up his coat. The train quickly approached the group.

The weather had seemed to drop in the past hour. The group was huddled close together,afraid to part with the chance of getting lost in the big crowd. All they had was the clothes on their back and hope in their hearts. This was just the beginning.