Isaac Winters watched impatiently as people slowly signed up for the search party that would soon be headed out. He stood there by the sign-up sheet, foot tapping with his haste and fingers drumming to the beat of his impatience in the nooks of his elbows. A glower on his olive skin, hazel eyes dark with impatience and anger. How long does it take to sign a damn piece of paper and start looking?
The eighteen-year-old twin was very anxious to get out there and find his other half. He couldn't understand what was taking the sheriff so long to start the search party. It didn't help his impatience that his mother had begun pacing back and forth constantly worried about the slow but steady drop in temperature. Especially after what looked like a serious conversation she had with the sheriff.
