We're hoping that it was something just small, and she needed to take a break. When she's finished, we're here waiting.

You really can't make sense of it. We're really in the dark about so much. It's like for a month and a half there was this story and now that chapter has closed and a new one is opening. There's a whole chapter ready to be told. We have to wait for the answers, we really do.

We're really happy. We really want her to come back home and we want her to know that we're here for her when she's ready.

There's a roller coaster of emotion. There is anger, and there's happiness, and there's sadness, and there's confusion. Above all, I'm confused.

It's decidedly bizzare, when the Worst Thing hppens and you find yourself still conscious, still breathing.

Perfection is an illusion of the mind.