Carlee finally decided that maybe something had happened, and therefore it was clearly up to her to do something. To help find her friend. She had a great idea, and a new set of markers, and made the very best looking poster that she possibly could. Though...Ida had a very, very complicated fuku.
It took about fifteen sheets of paper before she figured that maybe she finally had it right, and with a nod, she wrote her plea for help with finding Ida…but was clearly smart enough not to sign the name of who she was looking for. She hoped that would narrow down the people that could actually help her…which was ideal. If she got people trying to be mean or nasty saying they knew where Ida was because of the name on the flyer…well. That was not ideal at all. Especially if they were from the Negaverse or something. Nope. That was not the angle she was going for with this.
Honestly what the fourteen year old wanted was to possibly find someone that could help? Or someone that knew where Ida was…or maybe even to find out why Ida was ignoring her and didn’t love her anymore if that was the case! But she hoped that was not the case, because she would surely end up crying if it was.
When the flyer was done, and was perfect, Carlee went to the library and made a dozen colored copies of it. Sure it used up most of her allowance for the week…but Ida was worth that. She really was. The teenager hung around the library until the sun set that night, and then powered up about a block away from it, her small stack of flyers in hand, along with a roll of tape that she had borrowed without asking. She would return it later…or maybe just leave it on the front step…she wasn’t quite sure at the moment.
So, the first places she hung the flyers were in the places where she had seen Ida before, both from their first meeting and when they went to Space together, she thought maybe if Ida was here, she’d go to those places…it made perfect sense to her at least! After those were hung up, she spent the next few hours hanging the other ten pieces of paper around the city in every place she could think of, and finally she just went back to the park to wait. To see if she heard anything. To see if Ida would contact her or if someone would contact her.
With a sigh, as the night wore on, Elvira made her way back home, letting her powered side melt away, and scurrying into her house, tucking herself into bed, hoping that her friend and mentor was okay. Or not dead. Or something.
Where was she?
