A frantic looking woman, obviously searching for someone runs up the path and yells at the first man sitting on the bench.
"Excuse me sir, " she said as shes catching her breath " Have you seen a young boy around here, around the age of 12, brown hair, about this high."
She raised her hand to an average boy's height but couldn't keep it there for long as she started shaking violently.
"Come here now, there... there. Take a seat on this bench, you must be tired. You seem a little vexed... tell me know... how long has the boy been missing?" questioned the man.
" It's been about four hours now. He was due home from school then and I know it hasn't been long, but he hasn't called or shown up. I came here to search the park, he sometimes comes here after school, but he hasn't been away this long EVER!"
"Okay now, I'm sure he is just fine. Heck, he's probably waiting for you at home as we speak! Lets get you home, its getting dark."
The man offers his jacket to the woman as they walk through the park to the streets and wait to hail a cab.
"I thank you for your calming words sir" she hesitates. "My name is Alicia Powers"
"Frank Weddle" he replies, returning the handshake. "And don't worry ma'am, i'm sure everything will be alright" he said with an uneasy smile. He knew even his words wouldn't be able to calm her. Only the sight of Thomas once again will ease her.
"Thanks again. And here is your coat back.... Goodbye!" she exclaimed as she handed Frank his jacket back and hopped in the cab.