Grace Roundhouse sat in her living room with Rachel Tild, reading the newspaper. The headlines were of the mayors death. She closed the paper, feeling depressed about all the things that were going wrong out there. Rachel finally said. "How is the business going?" Grace looked at her, startled. "I hope to open in January. I am interviewing a woman called Randi Stevens tomorrow. I will be out of town for a day or two." "I hope you get it going soon. Hey, guess what?" Grace shrugged. "What?" "I lost my job." "What happened?" Grace asked. "I got into a fight with my boss and, well, he fired me. I guess I deserved it, I did punch his assistant," Rachel told her, trying not to laugh. "Are you asking for a job with me?" Grace said, chuckling. "I promise not to punch you," Rachel said coyly.

"I do need an assistant. Well, okay I will give you a chance when we open. It would be cool to have you working with me," Grace told her. "Thanks Grace, you have no idea what this means to me," Rachel said and kissed her cheek. "Hey, I said I would give you a job, nothing more," Grace laughed.

Dawn Sundale sat next to her daughter, Holly, and sighed. Poppy had been missing for too long, and it was harder and harder to keep positive. All Dawn needed was news, either way, so she could get on with her life. She had not worked since finding out about Poppy, and sitting around all day started to get her down. Holly looked at her mother and said. "You okay?" Dawn smiled. "Holding on to my sanity." "Listen, mom. Something is bound to happen sooner or later. It's just a waiting game." "I can't believe how grown up you are. You know I love you, right?" Dawn asked. "I do mom, and I love you." "When did you stop being my little girl? You grew up too fast," Dawn said and hugged Holly close. "I will always be your little girl, even when I am old." "We have been through so much. I am surprised you are as together as

you are. I am starting to crack up, and you are getting on with your life as if it all hadn't happened." "I do that because of you mom. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I am only strong because you are," Holly told her. To that out pouring, Dawn couldn't help but cry. As she was about to talk again, the phone rang.

"Yes?" Dawn said, wiping her eyes. "Mrs. Sundale? This is David Builder, detective Builder from Maine." Dawn's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, what happened? Did you find my girl?" "We have had a possible sighting. There is nothing concrete, however it matched the profile that was sent to us." "I am getting the next plane out there," Dawn told him. "There is no need for that, Mrs. Sundale. We will let you know what comes of it." "Listen here. I am Agent Sundale, of the FBI," Dawn said, stopping to take that in. She had not started her job, not really, but she was in fact, Agent Sundale. "I am coming out there, and I am going to find my little girl." "Okay, sorry Agent Sundale. I had no idea. Here is the address." Dawn wrote it down and hung up. She had taken all the training that come with an FBI job, but that was the first time she had acted like an agent. Her hands were shaking.

"Who was that?" Holly asked as Dawn put down the handset. "Detective Builder, of Maine. Poppy was spotted there, so I am going to fly out today. Listen, call Grandma and ask her to come over. If she can't get here soon, then call Mike, I'm sure he will understand." "Was it her, for sure?" "No, it's not for sure. I just need to be there, just in case." "I will call Grandma," Holly said and rushed to the phone. Dawn stood with her back against the wall. Could this be it? She didn't know. She packed her things and rushed to the airport.