Emily bowed down, kissing her son Matthew's forehead, smiling softly as he snuggled down in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comforter. As she stood, Emily checked the bars and locks on his windows, and closed the curtain, heading out his door. She sat at her computer, and rested her fingers on the keys, glancing over her shoulder to make sure her front door was locked and chained. Sighing softly, she began to whisper to herself as she typed.

"It's not my fault I'm so careful and protection of my little boy....I'm thirty three years old, with a ten-year-old son, and five years ago, I lost him....but I won't lost him again...." she mumbled, sighing....

Matthew curled up against Emily, looking at the television screen as Finding Nemo began to play. She smiled, kissing the top of his head and ruffling his sandy blonde hair.

"Nemo?" he asked, looking up at his mom. Emily nodded.

"Yep, Nemo....but when this is over, it's bedtime, okay?" Matthew giggled, nodding, and kissed his mother's cheek.

She tucked him into his bed, and glanced out his window as she kissed his cheek.

"Love you, baby....sweet dreams...." Emily closed his door, and moved back to the living room. As she settled in to watch a little more television, she fell asleep.

Morning came, and Emily yawned, shuffling down the hall towards Matthew's room. She opened the door only to find his bed empty. Not worried a bit, she looked around the apartment for him, without any luck. Sighing, she picked up the phone, and began to call around to his friend's homes. Emily leaned against the kitchen counter, the phone against her ear.

"Mary Ann? Hi, it's Emily....is Matthew with David?...No? Okay....Thank you...." she said, and hung up, continuing to try the other parents.

A half-hour later, she frantically called the last person she could think of before the cops.

"Stephen?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Emily?"

"Stephen...is my son over there?" she asked softly, pushing the tears off her face.

"No...no he's not...Emily, what's wrong, is he missing?"

"I can't find him, Stephen!" she exclaimed.

"Call the police, I'll be over in a few...." Emily hung up, and dropped to the cold tiled floor in her kitchen, sobbing as she shoved 9-1-1 into her phone.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" the operator asked in a calm voice.

"My son is missing....I...I don't know where he is, and I've called everywhere I could think of and I don't know where he is!" she sobbed. The operator sighed, typing things into her computer.

"Alright, ma'am, please stay calm...where are you?" Emily took a deep breath.

"I live at twenty-seven forty Williams Road, apartment four H....please...hurry...." she whispered.

"What's your name?"

"Emily Harthen..." A few minutes later, Emily hung up with the operator and awaited the cops. In the meantime, she moved down the hall, back to her son's room, and leaned in the doorway, looking around his room carefully. As her eyes past his bed towards his closet, they shot open, and she raced across the room...

Matthew's window was wide open.