He headed next door. He would try to see if the Rileys would know where his family was, and why their daughter was in his house.
He knocked on the door, but it didn't seem to be latched and swung right open. "Hello?" He said, entering.
The room was full of boxes. He found the Rileys unpacking things in their kitchen.
"Oh, hello, Jon..." Emily said. "We're just unpacking. What brings you here?"
"It's about Stacy...I saw her peeking out of my window."
Emily looked at him. "Stacy?" She said, blankly. "Stacy who?"
"Your daughter, Stacy...I met her this afternoon when I met you."
Sam looked around from where he was putting glasses in a cabinet. "Are you feeling all right, Jon?"
Jon looked at them. They didn't some to be lying. And, if they weren't, something was very wrong here.
