He had to get out of there. He had to find Amanda. Everything would be alright, if he could just get to Amanda.

"Where are my car keys?" he muttered, looking at the small table by the door where he always left them.

Nothing.

He wouldn't have put it past the little tramp to steal his car, but no, when he looked out the window he could see the vette parked on the street.

He finally found the keys in the pocket of a leather jacket lying in the floor.

They'd even taken Amanda's house key off the ring. Very thorough, he admitted.

On the drive into Arlington, his mind still raced as he processed all that had happened that morning, and tried to figure out who would do this to him. And why now? It was all very elaborate, very personal. His worst fear was that Amanda and the boys had been hurt while he'd been conveniently distracted. "Please be okay, please be okay."

Pulling up to 4247 Maplewood, he didn't even bother to turn off the ignition. Running up to the front door, he threw it open, hoping the element of surprise would be to his advantage.

It was, in a way.

The house was empty.

But it wasn't their house.

Just as he had wandered through his apartment that morning, he now stared, open-mouthed, at what had once been his home.

"How long have I been gone?"

Flipping on the TV, he searched for a date. Nope, as far as he could recall, as of yesterday's date he had been cleaning a bathtub, in this house.

The home had been completely redecorated. Another family's photos rested on the mantle. Tearing open drawers, he found not one familiar item.

It was as though his whole life, everything that mattered, had just been...erased. He couldn't think of a better word.

Someone had taken his family from him, and he had not a clue how they had done it.

Anguish took over, crumpling his body onto the sofa. "Where *are* you?" Dropping his head into his hands, he was trying to come up with some sort of a plan, when there was a tapping on the kitchen window behind him.

"Amanda!"