Natasha looked up in alarm. Ricker’s eyes shifted back into the room before answering; his eyes stalling on something. “…and the window’s open.” As understanding dawned on all of us, we abandoned our coffee and ran outside like a herd of wild horses. After searching the exterior of the house and up and down the street, there were still no signs of Carmen to be found. “Where would she go? She doesn’t even know her way around!” Ricker gestured frantically. Natasha’s motherly instincts kicked in as she rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him down. “Willow, Phoebe, Ricker; take the car and start driving around campus,” she instructed. “Stasia, Tina-“ “Hold on.” Finn stopped mid-step and tilted his head as if listening to something. His head swiveled sideways and then up toward Charon, who was standing on the front step of our villa. Charon nodded at him in agreement with whatever he was thinking.
