Dominica grabbed her traveling bag and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. she stood on the front porch.

  Taking a deep breath, she said, "Well, it needs to happen."

  The problem was, where would she start?

  Dominica left her yard behind and hurried to the nearby police station.

  When she came in, the officer on duty looked up. It was her favorite officer, police chief Gregor Jimenitz. He stood up.

  "Ahh, Dominica," he said, greeting the sixteen year old girl. "Do you need something?"

   Dominica awoke to crashes in the house that she shared with her parents and brother. Leaping out of bed, she grabbed the dagger that was on her bedside table and dove into her closet to hide.

  When the crashes stopped, she left her hiding place and crept downstairs. She peeked into her parents' room.

  Empty.

  She then checked her brother's room.

  Empty.

  Dominica ran to the living room and looked out the front window. She made out  shapes in the darkness, hurrying away from her house. She figured that her brother and parents had been kidnapped.