[ WP ] While browsing the internet , you come across an old news article about a missing child who was never found . As you look through it , you see a photo of the child 's parents and vaguely remember their faces .

`` Hey, Sarah, is that Paul?'' 
 
 She looks over at the TV, chicken in her hands. She speaks with a full mouth: 
 
 `` Naw, too fat for Uncle Paul.'' 
 
 `` Wait, wait.'' I motion to her to take a closer look as I pause the TV. `` I think that's Paul.'' 
 
 She looks at the TV, still chewing on her chicken. `` So?'' 
 
 `` So... if Uncle Paul's kid was missing, should n't we call him to see if everything's all right? Or... or just check up on him, I do n't know?'' 
 
 `` Okay, mister.'' She walks over and turns off the TV. 
 
 `` Hey!'' 
 
 `` That is n't Uncle Paul.'' 
 
 I look at her for a second. `` I think it's Uncle Paul.'' 
 
 `` Okay! Alright!'' She throws her arms up. `` Let's just say that it IS Uncle Paul. What are you going to do?'' 
 
 I get up from the sofa. `` Drive to him?'' 
 
 She pushes me back down. `` He's in Seattle. We're in Miami.'' 
 
 `` Oh, right. But still!'' I get up again. `` We should... well, at the very least, we should call them. Right?'' 
 
 `` Get your ass back down. We're not making a fool of ourselves just because you got all paranoid from Andy Cooper or some other bumhole on CNN. We're going to sit right here, in our home, and do n't do a thing. Plus, Seattle's three ahead. Or back?'' She flicks her bright blonde hair as she makes her way back to the dining room. 
 
 `` No.'' I walk to the phone and pick it up. `` We're not going to risk it. What IF Uncle Paul has had his kid missing? We're going to help him. We're a family, and I do n't care if you, the cops, or even the President of the US of A is telling me not to do this- I'm calling him.'' 
 
 I dial Uncle Paul's number ( which is actually 000-0000-0000; Sarah made me memorize it ) and raise it to my ear. 
 
 Nothing on the other end. 
 
 `` Drat,'' I say as I put the phone back. `` They're doing work on the lines again.'' 
 
 `` Told ya!'' Sarah shouts from the dining room. 
 
 Just then, Louis comes into the TV room. 
 
 `` Hey! Hey Lou!'' He walks over to me as I pull my phone out. `` I took a photo of the TV before Sarah could notice me- do you think that looks like Uncle Paul?'' 
 
 Louis pats my black hair as he brings the phone closer. `` No,'' he says in a dejected voice. `` That's dad.''
