Epilogue
Joy Robinson, mother of three, began walking home with two of them. She had just picked them up from the bus stop. The third, her firstborn, was in high school, so he got home earlier. At this time, she guessed he was sitting at the computer, playing games on the internet, or something.
As the three walked in the door, she began to relay orders to the children.
“All right! Unpack your lunches before anything else. You guys have any homework?”
Josh didn’t. The twelve year old Grade 6 kicked his shoes off, and then headed to the kitchen to follow instructions. Meagan, only five, in kindergarten, didn’t either. She did, however, wet one of the pairs of pants she had, and was wearing an extra pair, sent by the mom.
Both were carefree, irresponsible, which could get on Joy’s nerves at times, but they would be nowhere without her, and she still loved them no matter what.
She headed into the kitchen, already figuring out what to make for supper. She heard Josh shout to her from her room.
"Hey, mom! Where's Zach?"
Confused, she looked down the hallway, to where Josh was standing by the computer? She called back to him,
"Is he in your room?"
"No, I checked there, and everywhere else!"
Joy was filled with worry, and did a quick check around the house for Zach. Living Room? No. Laundry room? No. Bathroom? No. He was not outside, or in Meagan's room, either.
Panicking, she called back to Joshua:
"You sure he's not in there?"
"Yes! But there is this purple paper on the computer desk for you."
She raced to the computer, snatched up the paper, and began to read:
I have your son. Don't worry, I will return him when I'm finished with him. He is running some errands for me. Don't try to find us, we are not on this world. You will just have to wait for him to return.
After she finished, she quickly snatched up the phone and began dialing the police.