<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #008040"><div style="text-align: center;">Tessa</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Tessa looked at her phone as she lay on the bed, part of her hoped David was wrong and she had signal, she didn't. Tessa turned the phone off and put it back into her bag. She need to shower, there was a layer of grime on her from running in the subway. It took a while to get it off.<br/><br/>Once she was clean and ready for bed she took out her guitar and played a few cords, practicing the homework she had been giving by her music teacher. She ignored the rest of the homework, figuring at this point what did it matter, at least the guitar was something she still had.<br/><br/>Finally though the exhaustion that had been settling into Tessa took over and she fell asleep on top of the blankets with the guitar next to her.<br/><br/>Only to be rudely woken just before dawn by a sound that made Tessa think of the old bomb drill videos she had seen in History.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF00BF">Mandy Redding</span></div></span></span><br/><br/>It was past Mandy's bedtime, but she was refusing to go to sleep. She stood on her bed and looked at the empty bed on the other side of the room. Technically the two girls who lived in the Redding home could have had their own rooms, but after the first couple of weeks it had been decided to move Tessa into Mandy's room since they got along so well.<br/><br/>Mandy was angry because Tessa should have been home by now. Tessa had promised to read to her, and yet here she wasn't. In the other room Mandy's parents were on the phone, Mandy didn't know who they were calling, but she hoped it was Tessa to tell her to get home right this moment so they could continue the adventures of Wilbur the pig and the other animals of the Zuckerman farm.<br/><br/>Mandy joined her parents in the living room and over heard them on the phone. "Please just look for her. We know she's got a history, but we really think she wouldn't run away from here. Yes I know it hasn't been twenty four hours, but she was seen getting on the subway heading home." They were talking about Tessa. "I'll bring in a picture tomorrow." Her father sighed and hung up the phone. He was frowning. Mandy remembered he had worn that face once with a different foster kid they had taken care of, the boy had gotten into a fight at school. Was Tessa in trouble too?