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My plan is simple, I’ll climb into the

storage area of the chopper and go

wherever the hell Chelsea has Willow.

I’ll figure out the rest when I get there.

It’s stuffy here and a risk, but I’m small

enough to curl up behind the seats under

some emergency equipment and blankets.

I can’t see anything, but I know she’ll be

back. She left at least two hours ago. I’m

too far away to hear her pull up. I just

have to rely on the element of surprise.