The honking of cars, the shouts of the crowd, the sound of wind and vehicles brushing past her ears... The lonely girl wandered aimlessly through the city, almost with a crazed desperation. No one noticed that she was looking for someone, blindly searching for a person whose whereabouts were unknown.
She even thought about stopping someone and asking, "Hey, do you know where William Griffith went?"
But who would know who William Griffith was?
Amidst the aimless wandering and searching, the sky gradually darkened.
On a late-night, Cherish Turner, weary from her search, returned to the old apartment building where he lived. The advertisement poster was still affixed to the front gate, not taken down at all. She gazed at it blankly and suddenly leaned back against the door, weakly sitting on the ground.
Grasping her phone with both hands, Cherish pressed the number keys, and three words appeared on the screen.