*Update 9/28/11* Bridget ran up to her room, grabbing whatever clothes she could throw in the small duffle bag she kept for emergencies. She had told Matt to go home and do the same. She'd promised him that this wasn't on of those "leave that night,come back the next day" things. Heaven only knows how long they would be gone. For all Bridget knew, they might never come back. She grabbed the credit card and passports she had quickly discovered. "Bridget, are you ready?", Matt called from downstairs. "Yeah..I'm coming down now.", She called back. She literally flew downstairs, rushing to find something that she didn't even know the location of. And that's when it hit her. "MOM'S TRACKER IN HER PHONE!", She exclaimed. Running back up to her room she pulled a small black box with 3 buttons on it. She pressed the green button in the middle and it immediately pulled up a map of South America. The tracker said that her mom was in Rio. She beamed. She ran downstairs and flung herself into Matt's arms. She looked at him ruefully. "How about a trip to Rio?", She asked.
Update 9/29/11 While Matt drove, Bridget kept her eyes on the window. She sighed heavily. Matt looked at her and noticed she was crying. "Bridget, what's wrong?", he asked, automatically grabbing her hand. "I'm just worried. What if we don't make it?", Bridget asked. "We will. I promise.", he said, beaming. When they reached the airport and checked in, they sat down near the gate in a small cafe, ran by a little old lady who seemed as if she would turn into dust at any moment. Bridget walked over the old woman and asked for a cup of coffee. The old woman smiled at her and Bridget pulled a smile on her face. Looking at the little woman in her cafe, working and sweeping around, gave her the tiniest bit of hope. That maybe, just maybe, they would make after all.