Hearing the sound over the TV as he carefully carries a gift, he hears the news man reporting on the disappearance of a girl

He approaches the girl who dares hide from him; his angel, who's face cant be seen under the blankets. Changing the channel, he places the bright gift on to the cheap flimsy mattress.

“Angel.” he says, “I told you not to watch that..I brought you a gift, won’t you greet me?” He sits on the edge of the mattress, toying with the metal cuffs on your wrist.