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Chapter Eighteen | Google History

Running off an hour of sleep was the least of Holland's worries.

Being stuck alone in her dorm room for the past two days was not a cup of tea or a shot of whiskey though either. She was driving herself crazy.

It was one of the times she spent so much time with herself she got annoyed by all the things she did. Even the way she sat bugged her at the moment.

Holland simply was not a person to be left alone with herself.

All she could do was worry. Not only was Ember missing with no word-obviously, but Flynn had not been able to get through to Karter since he went off to look for Ember.

Though there was nothing Holland could do with the information. Ryan told Flynn and her to stay at the dorms just in case they came back. Personally, she wanted to go to the cops.

The twenty-four-hour time window was closed and there were only so many hours until it became hopeless.

Though it was still in the seventy-two hour time window. The first seventy-two hours were crucial for finding them. That meant they only had one more day to find them.

At first, she thought she was going crazy but now she knew she was.

Holland hadn't slept and was doing one of the worst things possible, Googling.

By now she thought the FBI might knock on her door demanding to know why she was looking up the things she was. Then again she was a med student, she looked up some weird things.

The knock on her door kicked her out of her thoughts. She threw on a hoodie before getting up to get the door.

Through the peephole, Flynn stood.

When Holland pulled open the gray door he didn't hesitate to start talking. It was weird being on the other side of someone bursting into her room and immediately starting to talk.

"Get shoes on, we have to go," Flynn spoke with a mix of panic and optimism.

Holland figured it was best not to question him, frankly part of her didn't want to know.

All the stories she had read online about people going missing or even some of the "missing" people made it look like a kidnapping when they were the ones to run away. Long story short all the stories and reports she had read were all getting to her and she couldn't help but think the worst.

The outside air was cold and crisp, it felt as if any day it was going to snow.

Holland followed Flynn to a vehicle with a sticker in the window indicating they worked for the driving company. Flynn did the talking and gave the directions from the front seat.

She sat quietly in the back looking out the window at the so populated city. Unlike Ember, Holland wasn't all that religious, but she couldn't help but say a silent prayer that things were going to be okay.

They were going to find both Ember and Karter and they would be fine.

Holland's heart sank when they walked into the magical penthouse. In a different situation, she would have found the place drool-worthy. The high ceilings and endless windows that gave a truly unique view of the city was nothing short of magical.

Though Holland couldn't look around without thinking of Ember, or Karter for that matter.

When they walked in Ryan was at the kitchen counter talking to someone in a navy blue suit. The guy was tall with neatly pushed back brown hair, for the most part, he looked well put together.

It wasn't until a woman in a somewhat matching navy suit walked over to them did Holland realize they were speaking in a different language.

The woman held a computer that looked like it could be blown up and still be in perfect condition.