Dash was walking home from school a couple days later when he saw them.

Mr. and Mrs. Fenton.

They were putting up missing posters of Danny. It was the same poster that Sam had slapped down on his desk a couple days ago. Today was Friday.

Danny had been missing for a week now.

Kwan told him that the Fenton's were looking all over town for Danny. That they were asking anyone they saw if they had seen him, heard from him, if they knew anything about where their boy was. Dash was lucky he hadn't been stopped by them yet but as they turned to walk away from where they just hung up another poster their eyes slid over to him. They quickly crossed the street, Mrs. Fenton waved at Dash, and stopped in front of him.

Mrs. Fenton smiled sadly at him. "Hi, Dash. We were wondering if you've heard from Danny at all? Have you seen him anywhere? Sam and Tucker say they haven't seen him since last week. We're starting to get really worried."

Dash bit the inside of his cheek and took a step back. "No, uh, I haven't. I haven't seen him since we all went to the Nasty Burger last week. I'm sorry."

Her smile fell and Mr. Fenton's deepened. Dash's heart clenched in his chest. "Thank you anyways. Please call us if you see him?" She held out one of the posters for him. He took it after a moment.

"Sure. I'll call you if I see anything."

"Thank you, sweetie. Come on, Jack. Let's go check Elmerton again."

Together the two of them walked away. Their van was parked a ways down the street and Dash watched them get inside and drive away.

That was the quietest Dash had ever seen Mr. Fenton. Usually he was loud, boisterous, obnoxious, and cheerful. But he hadn't said a single thing.

Dash stood there, staring off at the spot where the Fenton's had been parked. He just lied to their faces. The nicest people he's ever met. How horrible could he be?

He slowly turned and started walking towards his house. He couldn't tell anyone what happened. No matter how broken Mrs. Fenton's face was when he told her he didn't know where Danny was.

It didn't matter that Mr. Fenton looked completely grief-stricken.

It didn't matter that Dash never got to tell Danny how he felt.

It didn't.

Dash stopped in place on the sidewalk. His hand crumpled the poster that he was holding. With sudden resolve, he turned around and started booking it down the sidewalk.

His heart pounded in his chest and he was breathing heavily. He needed to say something. He couldn't keep this to himself anymore. He couldn't do that to Danny.

He wouldn't.

Dash turned around a corner and almost ran into someone. He kept running, ignoring their shout. He couldn't stop now. He couldn't let his fear paralyze him again.

There!

He ran the rest of the way down the street and to the building he needed to get to.

Dash burst in through the front doors of the police station. The one he pushed open slammed against the wall behind him. His chest heaved and the man at the front desk looked up at him with a startled expression.

"What's the emergency?" He asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

Dash's chest was still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "I need… I need to report… a kidnapping."

The officer's brows furrowed over his eyes and he gave Dash a suspicious look. "What are the details of this kidnapping?"

"I was on my nightly run when I heard something weird." Dash gestured wildly with his hands. "When I reached the alley the sound came from, I saw the GIW walking out of it carrying one of my classmates to their car."

"What day was this?" The officer started typing on his computer.

"Last week Thursday. A week ago." Dash said in between breaths.

"Around eight pm?" The officer asked.

Dash stilled and he looked at the officer warily. "How do you know that?" He removed his hands from where they were resting on the counter in front of him.

"The GIW came and reported an inebriated teen causing trouble. They said he was disrupting the peace and was shouting at them as they were carrying a bag of ecto-waste they needed to dispose of."

"That's not what happened!" Dash shouted.

The officer squinted his eyes at Dash. "You actually fit the description they gave us. You sure caused a lot of trouble that night. We need to call your- Hey!"

Dash turned and ran back out the doors of the police station.

What the fuck. What the fuck. They had actually gotten here before him. They actually covered all their bases. What if that officer reported back to them that Dash had gone to the police station to report what he saw? What if they came after him? They were going to make him disappear.

There was nothing he could do. Why did he think he'd be able to do something? All he was was a teenager. He had no power. No one had any reason to listen to him.

There was no helping Danny.