Now, as Marge stood in the principal's office crying and begging the police to help her, Kaitlyn knew something serious had happened.  Curious, Kaitlyn walked in the office.

"Marge what's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"Tom's missing. He never came home last night."

Kaitlyn's dream rushed back, pleading to be heard but Kaitlyn put it aside again, afraid of the truth.

A rude cop spoke up first.  "Young lady we can handle this, why don't you just scoot along to your next class?"

Marge ignored the cop and continued to speak to Kaitlyn.

"He was supposed to drive up the mountain to Cloudy City to drop off some food I had made for old Mrs. Garrison. When he never came home last night I assumed he stayed the night at her house, but when I called her this morning, Mrs. Garrison said Tom left early last night."

Kaitlyn's legs became mush and she nearly toppled over, realizing every bit of her dream could very well be true. Knowing every square inch of that mountain road because of her fathers' weekly jaunts to the junkyard, she spoke out with honest certainty.

"I believe I know where he is."