Frantic. That is one word to describe how I felt, yet it did not do the emotions rushing through my body justice. I was wrought with outright fear and anxiety. My child was not where he said he would be. Or more succinctly, where I thought he would be. When I last saw him, I asked him who was with him; he told me he was going one place, so I thought he was with his friends. When I went to round him up, he was not there. I asked another parent – she had not seen him, but told me where her kids were.