When Christina doesn't answer the third time I ring the doorbell, I try to call her. Her phone rings and rings but she doesn't pick up. A pit starts forming in my stomach. I take Joshua's number out of my pocket and dial it. The phone rings once then twice and just before the third time Joshua answers. "Thank goodness. Is she okay?" The relief in his voice has me bursting into tears. "Joshua she isn't picking up her phone and she isn't coming to the door. I have a bad feeling about this. Did you try to feel if the door was locked earlier?" I ask an idea popping into my head and spreading hope through out my body. "No, I didn't." He says his voice seems a lot lighter. I twist the knob to feel if the door is locked... My breath staying captured in my lungs...
***Mr Johnson's Perspective*
