Gone.
His mother and I went upstairs to his room.
The window was open, the curtains blowing in the night's blue breeze.
His window open.
No sign of him anywhere.
No sign.
There's a panic that happens--Where's my boy?
Down the hall,
down the hall, down the stairs, two at a time,
my heart so loud I can hear it in my ears--MY SON IS MISSING!

Edmonton International Fringe Theatre Festival 2009