Third wish: Volume One

episode 9: kid

Sonny knelt down beside Flynn, who was sitting on a crate, his head in his hands. The marketplace was bustling around them, vendors shouting out their wares and customers haggling over prices.

"Hey, buddy," Sonny said softly, "what's wrong?"

Flynn looked up, tears streaming down his face. "We're never going to find my dad, are we?" he said, his voice trembling.

Sonny put a comforting arm around him. "Of course, we will. We just have to keep looking."

"But we've been looking for hours," Flynn said, his frustration evident. "And we haven't found anything."

Sonny took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to encourage the young boy. "Listen, Flynn, finding your dad is not going to be easy. But we can't give up. We have to keep trying, no matter how hard it gets."

"But how are we going to find him?" Flynn asked, wiping away his tears.

"We'll keep asking around, keep looking for clues. And if we hit a dead end, we'll try a different approach. We won't stop until we find him."

Flynn looked up at Sonny, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Do you promise?"

"I promise," Sonny said, his voice firm. "We'll find your dad, Flynn. I won't let you down."

Flynn sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "Okay," he said, his voice still shaky. "Okay, let's keep looking."

Sonny stood up, holding out a hand to help Flynn to his feet. "That's the spirit," he said, clapping the boy on the back. "Let's go ask around and see if anyone's seen anything."

Together, they walked down the crowded marketplace, asking vendors and shoppers if they had seen or heard anything about Flynn's dad. The sun beat down on them, and they were both sweating, but they didn't give up.

As they turned a corner, they saw a man in a hooded sweatshirt, talking furtively on a phone. Sonny's instincts kicked in, and he knew that this could be a lead.

"Wait here, Flynn," he said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm going to go check something out."

Flynn nodded, watching as Sonny approached the man, keeping his distance. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he saw Sonny slip the man a few bills, and then the man nodded and walked away.

Sonny returned to Flynn, a small smile on his face. "I think we just got a tip," he said, his eyes shining with excitement.

Flynn's face lit up. "Really? What did he say?"

"I asked him to list a few places where the swine mafia family frequents and one of the places he named is called the lighthouse lounge. We're going to go check it out."

Flynn's heart raced with anticipation. They were finally getting close to finding his dad.

"Let's go," he said, taking off in the direction of the lounge.

Sonny followed close behind, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. They were getting closer to finding Flynn's dad, but they had no idea what they were walking into.

As they entered the Lighthouse Lounge, Sonny scanned the dimly lit room, searching for any signs of the swine mafia family. The walls were adorned with pictures of old fishing boats and lighthouses, and the air was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke.

Flynn led the way to a booth in the back corner of the room, and they both slid in, keeping their eyes peeled for any suspicious activity. The waitress approached them, and they ordered a couple of sodas, trying to blend in with the crowd.