Jonathan shivered as icy rain needled his face. Thunder cracked menacingly overhead. On the drone’s monitor, Mia’s backpack remained centered in frame. Jonathan kept a white-knuckled grip on the controls, terrified of losing sight of it in the tempest.

It seemed an eternity until flashing red and blue lights finally spilled down the coastal shore. Two officers emerged, pulling their jackets tight against the raging elements. Jonathan hurried to explain the situation, shouting over the wind. He showed them the drone footage on the rain-speckled screen. The officers zoomed in on the glittery name tag flapping in the storm. “That’s Mia Allen alright,” confirmed Officer Malloy grimly. “Let’s move.”