A. is missing and everyone thinks that I am somehow either involved or responsible. I’m not (of course) and instead, all of my free hours are spent trying to ascertain her whereabouts and bring her home safely. The only person that believes me is A.’s friend Jill. So Jill and I spend hours and hours driving around Ocracoke island trying to find A. Part of the problem is that (through a series of clues) I have started to conclude that A. is not “missing” but rather that she is mad at me and simply does not want to be found. Jill and I spend as many hours as we can muster driving around looking for A. but there’s only so much time and we need to get back to our respective jobs before we get into any more trouble.