Daniel roused from his slumber. Nightmares seemed not to effect him, or if they did, he didn't show it.

“Good Morning,” she replied a small smile tugged at her lips, “I wish you would've. You don't need to run yourself into the ground on my behalf.” 

In all honesty, she was glad she got to sleep, however restless it may have been. Still, he is only human and needed his rest too. Alex looked around at their surroundings and then back at him with waiting eyes. Daniel apparently had experience in being on the run. She didn't know what to do. How far should they go? She didn't know. He seemed to be formulating a plan.

“What do we do now?” 

~ ~ ~ ~

The morning was warm as the sun cast down its rays upon the fields. Rex, and his wife, Barbra sat on the front porch in rocking chairs. Despite the bright start to the day this day would prove anything but. Late last night they received news from Chelsea that their daughter went missing. 

Their eyes fell upon a black sedan that pulled into the long gravel driveway and stopped just affront the porch. Two suited men got out and approached. 

Under any other circumstances Rex might have reached for his gun, but he knew their purpose here. They flashed their badges. “Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher, we are with the police and we wanted to ask you a few questions about your daughter.”

Barbra's hand reached for her husband's as he nodded for them to sit and get comfortable.

“Anything we can do.”

Rex was an ageing man, his salt and pepper hair thinning in the front and his usual attire, of dirty overalls had certainly seen better days. His skin was tanned from years of toil and his wrinkles starting to become more apparent. His health was starting to improve, albeit he will have to use his cane for the remainder of his life. He was a proud man. Proud of his family and what little they did have. Still, even his pride wouldn't stop tears as they began to bombard them with questions and possibilities.