It was 1989. The chances of getting through were so slim that when you got on, you stayed on. I was on with Jennifer Humphries when they knocked. I told Jen to hang on a sec. When I got the door, they looked sad. They asked for my mom or dad. “I got someone on the phone,” I said.
One of them grabbed my arm. “Are you Gilbert’s brother?”
“Yeah,” I said.
They looked at each other. “We’ve been trying to call for an hour. We need you – or someone – to come with us.”
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Title by: Melissa
Story by: Nick
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