'Don't worry, sis. It'll happen, I'm sure it will.'
When the door flew open, Emma gasped in fright.
'Sorry,' Declan said. 'The front door's open and it's a bit windy out there. Anything?'
Lana shook her head.
'Don't worry, we're going to find her.'
'Dec?' shouted Patrick, who had been scouring the farmland for clues, and now stood at the bottom of the stairs.
The three of them walked to the top, peering down at him.
'I think I've found something,' he said quietly.
Rushing down as quickly as they could, they followed him back outdoors. Lana and Emma wrapped their scarves around their necks and put their gloves back on. The wind was biting cold.
'Down here, I think it's where old Mr Grimshaw used to keep his pigs,' he said, almost sliding down a slippery bank of ice and mud.
As the
