Missing (2)

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While Emma was reading her book, Michael had seen a crab. He crawled over to the crab, and followed it over to a little cave. He spent some time in the cave with the crab, meeting many other crabs and a few turtles. He hadn't realized he was away from his mum, or that he was missing.

While (Y/n) was searching for Michael on the beach, he had passed the cave that his son was in. He was too busy playing with the crabs and his toys that he didn't notice his father walking by the cave.

The day went on and Michael was still playing with the crabs, a few of them managing to bring Michael food. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for him to eat and have a bit left over. Once it grew dark outside, Michael and the crabs found a leftover beach towel and brought it back to the cave.

He spent the night sleeping in the cave with the beach towel as a blanket. The crabs all surrounded him, making sure nobody came to hurt him while he was asleep.

The next morning, he had awoken to more food next to him, and the crabs still guarding him. After a few more hours of playing with the crabs, Michael wanted his mother. He didn't see her, so the only option was to go look for her. He made his way out of the cave, and onto the beach searching for her.

Nobody had spotted him, and he hadn't spotted his mother. He made his way back to the cave with the crabs, and spent another night there. All he wanted at this point was to be back with his mother and father.

Finally, the next morning he had found his way out of the beach and onto a road. He saw a few houses, and saw a woman who resembled his mother sitting in the house. He made his way up the front steps and tried to get in.

After he couldn't open the door, he grew frustrated and let out a cry. The door swung open, and there was his mother. "Michael!" Emma exclaimed. He smiled at her presence, and she brought him into her hold, kissing everywhere on his face. "I'm so glad you're safe." She mumbled, still holding onto him while he played with his toy.

He saw his father as well, and tried to give him his toy shovel, which his father wasn't interested in. Michael felt a kiss on the top of his head, and suddenly was crammed into a hug.

He felt tired, so he cuddled into his mother and took a nap, glad he was back with his mother and father. The next day he was back at the airport, going back to LA and ending his adventure.

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