Victoria ran downstairs a moment later, with a worried look on her face.

"Victor," she panicked, "Felicity's not in her room. I checked everywhere up there."

"Maybe, she's hiding," Victor suggested, with obvious worry in his tone, "remember when she was little and she would hide around the house and used to hide to try and scare us?"

"Do you know how long it's been since the last time she did that?"

"Maybe five or six years ago." Victor said, quietly.

Victoria looked down at the floor and saw the piece of Felicities dress that Barkis had stepped on.

"Do you think…" Victoria started.

"But doesn't she trip over her dress all the time."

"Yes, but, she's never tripped over it hard enough to tear her dress."

"She is not gone. He did not take her."

"Oh, I hope your right," Victoria said hugging Victor.

Felicity woke up with a headache. She realized that she was in a small room. A room that didn't look familiar to her. Then she remembered. Barkis had thrown her somewhere. This must have been it. She hadn't got a good look at the room since he practically threw her in there. She must have hit her head and was knock unconscious.

She tried to open the door, but, it was locked. Although she kept trying, she knew there was no use. This was much worse than she had thought.

Felicity walked quietly into her parents room. And went up to her fathers side of the bed.

"Daddy," she whispered, while gently shaking him, "daddy wake up."

" Lissie?" Victor asked sleepily, "what's wrong?"

"Daddy, I had a bad dream," she said as Victor picked her up and set her on his lap.

"What happened, darling?"

"Barkis," She had tears in her eyes, "that man grabbed me. And you were there trying to stop him, but then you disappeared."

Victor held Felicity close and told her, " I promise that no one is going to hurt you. Not while I'm around."

Felicity dried her tears and hugged her father. She knew that he would never lie or let her down.

Victor had also remembered that moment. Now he was mad at himself for not being there to protect his little girl.

A/N- 1) Italics are flashbacks. If some stuff after the dashed off area are in italics, it's my computer.

2) Sorry I'm lazy.

3) Awwww! I love Daddy/Daughter moments, don't you?