The next thing Buckey knew, he was groggily waking up in a dimly lit room. He tried to move, but quickly realized he was tied to a chair. Panic began to set in as he looked around, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on.

Across the room he saw a man also tied up, Buckey squinted to get a better look at the man. He had shoulder-length brown hair and permanent stubble, giving him an ape-like appearance. The man's large, hairy arms and legs were tied up with rope, just like Buckey's.

"Hey," Buckey croaked, trying to get the man's attention. "Do you know what's going on? Who did this to us?"

The man looked up at Buckey with a dazed expression. "Who are you, Where am I"

Buckey hesitated for a moment before responding. "My name is Buckey, and I don't know where we are or who did this to us. The last thing I remember was a hooded man who showed me a picture of my friend, Clarence."

The man's expression changed from confusion to fear. "Clarence? They're after Clarence!" he asked, his voice shaking.

Buckey's heart sank as he realized the man knew something about Clarence that he didn't. "What do you know about Clarence?" Buckey asked, urgency in his voice.

The man hesitated for a moment before answering. "My name is Chad. Clarence is my son!"

Buckey's eyes widened in shock at Chad's revelation. "Your son? Where where you when he got lost!"

Chad's eyes filled with tears as he spoke. "I was at home. I was supposed to pick him up from school, but he got lost on a field trip. By the time I found out, it was too late. We've been searching for him ever since."

"Chad," Buckey said, clearing his voice "I found your son."

Chad's eyes widened in disbelief. "You found Clarence? Is he safe?" he asked, hope and fear warring in his voice.

Buckey nodded, relieved to see the hope on Chad's face. "Yes, I found him, and I brought him home, however the world thinks I kidnapped him!"

Chad's expression turned to shock and confusion. "What do you mean, the world thinks you kidnapped him? Why would they think that?"

Buckey sighed, feeling a weight on his shoulders. "It's a long story, but basically, I stumbled upon him in the woods and he and his friends where about to get attacked by a mad bear. I tried to take them to safety, but we were followed by some people who accused me of kidnapping him."

Chad shook his head in disbelief. "That doesn't make any sense. Why would anyone accuse you of kidnapping when you were trying to help him?"

Buckey shrugged. "I don't know, but they're powerful people who can make things happen. And now, here we are, tied up and left for who knows what."

Chad's face hardened with determination. "We need to find a way out of here and clear your name. And then we'll find out who did this to us and why."

Buckey nodded, grateful for Chad's strength and resilience in the face of this situation. "Agreed. But first, we need to figure out a way to get free from these ropes."

Once again the sun had risen over Aberdale, except Aberdale was different today. The town had come together to celebrate the safe return of their children, who were all safe and sound. It was a day of hope, joy, and gratitude, as Aberdale had finally put behind the dark chapter of the missing kids. However there was no explanation why they had returned, and at this point the press hasn't released a single thing about who returned them and why. The streets were alive with colorful decorations, cheerful music, and the sound of laughter. Families were reunited, hugging and crying tears of joy. But for those paying close attention, there was something eerie about the atmosphere. It was as if everyone was putting on a show, smiling too wide and laughing too hard, as if trying to hide something. For now, they put on brave faces and continued to celebrate, but deep down, they all knew that something was off. Something had happened to their children, and it wasn't something that could be easily explained or fixed.

Clarence had just started getting adjusted to being at home again. Mary was ecstatic to have her son back home with her, but she couldn't help but notice that he seemed different. He was quieter than usual, and he would often stare off into space as if lost in thought. She tried asking him what had happened during his time away, but he would only give vague responses, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

Clarence was worried about Buckey. He didn't know why but he had a strong feeling in his gut that he didn't make it back ok, but yet again the news didn't seem to have caught him.

So far, Clarence, Sumo, Chelsea, and Jeff have denied any claims of being "Kidnapped" or even found, they simply just said "They found their way home", but the media thought otherwise.

Later into the afternoon, Chelsea was at home, enjoying her time back home with her family, when suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door. Startled, she quickly made her way to answer it. As she opened the door, she was met with a group of reporters and cameras pointed straight at her.

"Miss Keezheekoni, can you confirm the rumors that you and your friends were kidnapped and held captive?" one of the reporters shouted.

Chelsea froze, unsure of how to respond. She had hoped to avoid the media frenzy surrounding the return of the missing kids, but it seemed like they had found her.

Back at Clarence's house ,he was sitting in the living room watching the news coverage of the event. His mom had left to run some errands, and he was glad for the solitude. He didn't want to talk to anyone about what had happened to him and his friends.

As he watched the news report, he couldn't help but feel angry. The reporters were speculating and making up stories about what had happened to them, without any regard for the truth or their privacy. He wished they would just leave them alone.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"CAPD, OPEN UP" The police officer said from outside of Clarence's home

Clarence hesitated for a moment before making his way to the front door. As he opened it, he was met with a police officer standing on the porch.

"Clarence Wendle?" the officer asked.

"Yes?" Clarence replied, feeling uneasy.

"Can you come with me to the station for questioning?" the officer said, holding out a pair of handcuffs.

"Why? What's going on?" Clarence asked, feeling a sense of panic rising in his chest.

"We have some questions about your disappearance and we need to get some answers," the officer said firmly.

Clarence didn't want to go, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice. He reluctantly allowed the officer to handcuff him and led him to the patrol car waiting outside. As he got into the back seat, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of questions they were going to ask him.

During the car ride to the station, the police officer remained silent, only speaking up to give directions or to tell Clarence to stay put. Clarence felt nervous and anxious, not knowing what to expect. He tried to keep his thoughts and emotions in check, but his mind kept racing with various scenarios and questions.

When they finally arrived at the station, Clarence was taken into a small, windowless room with a table and two chairs. The officer instructed him to sit down and wait for the detective to arrive.