Now, as Marge stood in the
principal’s office crying and begging the police to help her, Kaitlyn knew
something serious had happened.
Curious, Kaitlyn walked in the office.
“Marge what’s wrong? Is
everything okay?”
“Tom’s missing. He never came
home last night.”
Kaitlyn's dream rushed back,
pleading to be heard but Kaitlyn put it aside again, afraid of the truth.
A rude cop spoke up first. “Young lady we can handle this, why don’t
you just scoot along to your next class?”
Marge ignored the cop and continued
to speak to Kaitlyn.
“He was supposed to drive up the
mountain to Cloudy City to drop off some food I had made for old Mrs. Garrison.
When he never came home last night I assumed he stayed the night at her house,
but when I called her this morning, Mrs. Garrison said Tom left early last
night.”
Kaitlyn's legs became mush and
she nearly toppled over, realizing every bit of her dream could very well be
true. Knowing every square inch of that mountain road because of her fathers’
weekly jaunts to the junkyard, she spoke out with honest certainty.
“I believe I know where he is.”
By now the cops had had enough of
Kaitlyn’s meddling. “Young lady we are
handling the situation.”
“Yes but if you’d just listen...”
“Miss Jones,” the principal
said. “I’m sure the news of Toms
disappearance is a little hard to swallow but you’re just going to have to go
to class....”
“But Principal Sweeney...”
“No buts, Kaitlyn, the police
have already sent a car up the road and back again and they saw nothing of Tom
or his car.”
“Have you checked just off the
road on Highway? Where the sharp turns are? Because I had this really vivid
dream and--”
“A dream?” One of the officers
almost laughed.
Kaitlyn tried to explain, but the
cops and even the principal smiled.
“Look Kaitlyn, “ the cop said.
“I’m sure you may have thought you dreamed something but this is real life.”
The cops had just asked Mrs.
McKinney if there had been any arguments between her and her son. Their questions did nothing to ease her
worries or lead her to believe they were ever going to find her son. They decided she was a distraught mother
who didn’t know anything and they treated her as such. So when Kaitlyn spoke so certainly about
finding Tom, Mrs. McKinney had to hear her story.
“Please, Kaitlyn, tell me what
you dreamed.” Mrs. McKinney suggested.
The principal spoke up. “Mrs.
McKinney, I’m sure you are upset about your son being missing but some young
girls pranks wont help us find him any quicker.”
“Kaitlyn, you said it was off of
Highway Ninety? Would you be able to show us where?” Mrs. McKinney said.
“Marge, are you really going to
listen to this girls ranting about some dream?” the principal asked.
“ I apologize for intruding,”
Kaitlyn said fast. “But I did have a dream about this, and it very well could
be false. But if it is true and I do know where to find Tom, don’t you think it
would be important to find out for sure before he bleeds to death from the
wound on his head?”
The cops were stunned as Mrs.
McKinney spoke up. “He has a wound on his head?”
“In my dream as we went over the
cliff and landed in the bushes, he had hit his head on the steering wheel and
was knocked unconscious.”
Marge stood. “Well, then
officers, let’s stop wasting time and go find my son!”