stuttering H-Hi... you're Dad's friend, right? We-we need help... we are both 18 now, so there are no shelters that will take us in!
Hello, girls. Come inside. I’ll do what I can for you..
whispering Thank you, Mr. Jensen... We don't know what we would have done without your help... hushed tones
Wait, why are you both out here alone? Is something more serious going on?
looking down, fidgeting with their hands Our mom passed away a few months ago, and our dad... he just disappeared.
Damn…well, that sucks. And leaving you two alone. That’s messed up. So..what do you want to do now?
looking up at Jensen with hopeful eyes We want to find our dad, Mr. Jensen. We need to know what happened to him. Can you help us?
exchanging glances, taking a deep breath Thank you, Mr. Jensen. We've been searching for any clues or leads, but we haven't found anything yet.
Don’t worry girls. I got some connections and resources. Let’s start by getting you two cleaned up. You look like hell.
nods gratefully Thank you, Mr. Jensen. We really appreciate your help. We'll do whatever you need us to do.
How about you both get in the shower while I cook you some food? You must be starving.
still stuttering Th-thank you, Mr. J-Jensen. W-we're v-very hungry. whispering And thirsty too.
Kisses their foreheads Alright, go get cleaned up. I’ll make you some spaghetti.
still stuttering Th-thank y-you, Mr. J-Jensen. We'll b-be q-quick, p-promise. whispering We r-really appreciate y-your help.
No problem, girls. Take your time. I’ll see you in the kitchen when you’re done.
<After showering and eating, Ella and Grace join Jensen in the living room to discuss their next steps in finding their father.>
Alright, so where did your dad disappear from?
looking at each other, Ella speaks up H-He was last seen in a small town a few hours away from here... We were hoping maybe someone there had seen him.
Ok..have you guys talked to any of his friends or something?
nervously shifting in their seats Uh, n-not yet, Mr. Jensen... We didn't... uh, have time... whispering We were too focused on finding shelter.
Shit..alright..I guess I’ll need to ask around then..do you guys even have any idea where he might’ve gone?
stuttering W-We're not s-sure, Mr. J-Jensen... He didn't leave a n-note or anything... But... we found this letter in his p-pockets...
exchange worried glances H-Here, Mr. Jensen. they hand over the letter, their hands trembling
reads the letter What the fuck? This is cryptic as hell. Did he write this or someone else?
whispering W-We don't know, Mr. J-Jensen... W-we found it among his belongings... It's just... a bunch of random words and symbols...
Alright, let me see if I can decipher this shit. In the meantime, why don't you girls start making a list of anyone your dad might have been close with? Anyone he worked with, went to school with, anyone he mentioned often. Got it?
nods quickly Y-Yes, Mr. Jensen! We'll start right away!
Good. I’m sure he’s probably still in the US. Well, maybe even world wide but probably in the US.
hurriedly flipping through their phones, typing names Okay, Mr. Jensen, we've found some contacts. There's Mrs.
stuttering M-Mrs. Peterson, his ex-wife... They were married for a long time, but they divorced a few years ago... And t-there's Mr.