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Ramirez Gonzales. I call her phone for the fourth time, but she still doesn’t pick up. My patience is running thin. If she were in her room, at least I’d know she was around. Frustrated, I leave her door and head down the hall. Just as I’m about to reach the stairs, Noah steps out of his bedroom with a girl that looks vaguely familiar. He stops in his tracks when he sees me, and the girl takes a step forward. "Hi, I didn’t really introduce myself last time. I’m Isobel." she says, like her introduction matters to me. "Have you seen Ariel?" I cut straight to Noah. "She’s probably in her room." Noah replies, much to my surprise. "She’s not there!" I snap, worry creeps into my voice. "I saw her go outside about thirty minutes ago," the girl—Isobel—says, glancing between us. "You saw A