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After a few hours drive Mickey finally arrives back at the house as he parks the car getting out and opening the back door gently picking up his daughter as he carries her into the house bridal style "Ian! I found her!" Mickey yelled as he walked inside gently placing her down on the couch "Jesus fucking Christ." Ian muttered as he walked up to where he was standing to see his daughter knocked out on the couch.
"Oh god." Mickey mumbled "where did you find her, Mick?" Ian asked with worry evident in his voice "in some alley behind a restaurant on west 45th street." Mickey replied "wait, west 45th that's close to the Angel Club. What the hell would she be doing at the angel club?" Ian asked "smoking, drinking, partying, drugs." Mickey muttered "you think she was on drugs?" Ian asked him "Ian, look at her. She's high out of her mind." Mickey replied with tears brimming his eyes "she could've been manic when she left. She was thinking on impulse you remember how I was at the start." Ian said sitting down on the armrest of the couch.
"We need to take her somewhere get her checked out." Mickey said looking down as he fidgeted with his hands "yeah we do. I can make her an appointment at the clinic and go from there." Ian replied.
