Instead of sitting here without doing anything and thinking something bad has happened to him, I should better go and search for him before something bad would really happen to him.

I stood up from the floor in my bathroom and walked back into my room. I picked up my phone and was about to walk out of my room when I saw Lyndon's book, the one he had been using for painting.

Before I left it was beside the couch.

I went towards it only to see little Lyndon sleeping peacefully on the couch

"Oh my goodness, thank God you are okay!" I sighed heavily and held my chest...