Sarah, now a 36 year old woman of clear latin heritage, dialed the police again. "Hello? Police?"
"Yes this is the police. What seems to be the- wait, I recognize this voice. You're the woman whose sister saw those burglars today," the deep voice on the other end said.
"Yes, this is her," she said, brushing aside a strand of black hair, which had fallen loose from its bun.
"Well we haven't had any problem with your case, so unless you have something new to report-"
"Actually, I do have something new to report. It's my daughter. He's gone missing, and he's not answering his phone."
"Jesus, lady, what is with your family? Have you been watching too many Spanish language soap operas, or something?"
"Kieta el stupido elephante!" Sarah shouted in perfect spanish, before stopping to calm down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that officer, I'm just... I'm just very stressed out here."
"Uh... it's quite alright. I'll put something out on your daughter. Could you give me his name and your own."
"Yes, I'm Sierra Melina, and my daughter's name is Leonard. Same last name," Sierra said.
