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// Chapter 2 - Alone 
// Story: The Lie 
// by Aquah3art 
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The next morning, Scootalo woke up to silence. "Mom?!" she called but there was no answer. She then rolled out of bed and cracked her door open ajar. When she still didn't hear or see anyone she stepped out into the hallway, silently walking down the long corridor she turned and made her way downstairs to see nothing but a broken vase that had been smashed against a wall. "Mom!" she yelled as she raced outside the front door and desperately looked around for her parents. "Mom! Dad!" she cried as thoughts swirled through her mind.

When Scootalo saw her neighbor watering her plants she ran over, "Mrs. Wingston! have you seen my parents?" she asked, out of breath as her neighbor shook her head.

"No but I did see your father leave the house last night with a lot of suitcases I might add" Mrs. Wingston said as she continued to water her plants.

Scootalo could feel her heart beating in her chest, "But...but you didn't see my mom? I can't find her" she said.

Mrs. Wingston turned to her, "No I did not see your mom, would you like to try to call her in my house?" she asked the filly.

Scootalo nodded, "Yes, please" she said with a bit of hope as she followed Mrs. Wingston into her house. Picking up the phone she dialed her mother's number at least five times until she gave up, "There's no answer" she said as she closed her eyes.

Mrs. Wingston settled her wing onto Scootalo's shoulder, "I'm sure we'll find her, if it makes you feel any better, we can go to the police station and see if we can get a search party for her" she said.

Scootalo nodded happily and followed Mrs. Wingston out the front door and down to the police station.

Mrs. Wingston stopped Scootalo with her wing at the bottom of the steps to the station and looked down at her, "I think you should wait out here" she said as she put on a fake smile and started to walk up the steps.

Scootalo sighed as she watched the mare leave her alone, sitting down on one of the marble steps she watched as ponies passed her by. About an hour later Scootalo had grown tired and got up onto her hooves taking one last look at the police station before trotting down the sidewalk.