"He is not in the room." Timothy's mother said.
"Are you sure?" Gal asked again. Timothy's mother nodded.
They stared at each other and the look on Timothy's mother made her go back to recheck Timothy's room for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Mom, what is going on?" Timothy asked his mother with a groggy sound.
"Jor…" Timothy's mother stopped when Timothy began snoring. She smiled and covered him. She bent down and looked under the bed. She stood and turned around, she yelped when she found Gal standing at the door.
Gal still had the same look. Timothy's mother cleared her throat nervously, she wanted to ask where Gal has been and if she was okay, but how could she when she can't find Jordan. She thought, "the boy will be the death of me."
Gal leaned on the door, she didn't want to overreact, she didn't want to yell. Her eyes went to Timothy she said, "Hey, Kate. Have you asked Timothy?"
