<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/Masatosbike.jpg)</div>There were a lot of things going on as Cristian followed the old road. The first thoughts in his mind were the road, how it had branched off from the highway and fallen into a disrepaired and barely paved street that only ran through the worst of neighborhoods back home. As the roar of the motor between his legs sent him tumbling down the street he noticed the many potholes and broken up pavement that would have sent an inexperienced rider for a tumble. He wasn't that guy though, he knew to slow down and take it easy as he drove toward the old town. Besides it gave him plenty of time to enjoy the fresh air and the thick, nearly encroaching forest along the road.<br/><br/>The second thing that came to mind, was the sky and the rain. Overcast clouds blocked out the natural blue of the sky, leaving little but a dark and gloomy grayish white overhead. As foreboding and depressing as the reason he was driving this road. Yet there was also the rain, the great equalizer, which poured down and gave life to the world without prejudice. Luckily it was no more then a slight sprinkle, at least for the moment. Cristian had heard of a storm coming near the area but as off the map as this place was the reports didn't say whether it would hit or not.<br/><br/>Then there was the third thing in his mind, the odd disappearance of Lionna Morales, his little sister. It was now the third day since they had heard anything, and the third day there wasn't an update on her facebook or twitter accounts. It was odd for her to go a few hours without something posted on there but a whole day, let alone three was unheard of. He knew she had last been in this little town buried in the wilderness like a place forgotten by time and there was no telling what had happened to her. Cristian tried to do the right thing and call the Castle hill police, along with the state police to file a missing person report but they ignored him. In just a little bit those same cops would meet him face to face, and he would make sure they didn't ignore him unless they wanted a full investigation of their precinct.<br/><br/>As the corner turned into a straight road with quaint fields of grass and little else he slowed the motorcycle down, noticing the sign right by the road that said "Welcome to Castle hill." It made him pull over to take a long look at it. He unbuttoned the chin strap to his helmet and slide it off, letting his long dark brown locks of hair fall neatly around his shoulders and neck. After hanging the helmet on the handle bar he reached down into a side pouch, unzipped it and pulled a photo album from it. Inside there were just over a hundred pictures, each one with Lionna in it. Then there were another three dozen that were just of the town and its outskirts. He stood there, flipping the pages till he came to one in particular, that was taken right from where he and his motorcycle stood. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the place.<br/><br/>He tookthat picture out and put it inside his breast pocket before securing his helmet and continuing down the road. The very first thing to do was to find that police station so he could file the report and talk to the sheriff, one on one...