"I just don't get it. Where could he be?" Davy asked from where he sat on the stairs, overlooking Mike. He listened to the conversation that Mike had with Mrs. Dolenz. Peter remained quiet, sitting at the kitchen table. He was scared for Micky but didn't want to add to the anxiety of the guys.

Mike pulled off his wool hat and ran his hand through his hair. "I wish we knew Davy. It's not like him to do this. I know he can be a real pain, but..."

"What about the party tonight?"

"We'll have to do it as a trio. We've done it before," Mike said with a sigh. Davy eyed the drums. He had been trained to back up Micky, so that meant he had drumming privileges for the night.

Peter kept his mouth shut during the conversation. Mike looked at him and saw the soft expression. He knew Peter hated things to go wrong, out of total control. Mike knew there was some reason for that. Peter let him direct things, letting him be the one to make decisions and telling him what to do. He wondered why sometimes Peter was so docile.

"Pete? You okay?"

Peter looked at him and nodded, then added, "Yes Mike."

"You look tired. Didn't sleep much?"

"Had a dream last night. Guess Micky being gone got to me."

Mike laid a sympathetic hand on his arm. "After the police leave, you get a nap in before we have to head out to the club."

Peter nodded.

The two officers that came to make the report knew the Monkees. Officer Shea knew that these four men would do anything to play their music and that they were somewhat responsible individuals. Micky's mother brought a picture of Micky for the police. His being a dutiful son helped their cause also to be taken seriously. The police took the information on where he had gone last, the club in the valley, and that the car had been left there.

"We'll start work on this immediately Mrs. Dolenz." Shea said, leaving the pad.

Mrs. Dolenz looked to the three boys. "I don't know what happened, but I have a bad feeling about this," she told them. "He would never miss a chance to play his music if he could help it." Then she looked directly at Mike, "And to face your wrath. He would rather have me mad at him than you." She gave a half smile to Mike.

"If it wasn't for the party tonight, we would go to the club ourselves to find something."

"Tomorrow. You need to play to earn your money." She gave each boy a peck on the cheek and headed towards the door. "Call me when you get home. I don't want anything to happen to you either."

"Yes Mrs. Dolenz," Mike answered.

Mike looked back to Davy and Peter who were sitting on the couch. Mike was starting to worry about Peter. He hadn't said anything beyond direct questions to him. "Go get a nap Peter." Peter nodded and headed towards his room.

Davy watched Peter go to their room, then looked to Mike.

"Something is wrong." Mike sat down in the easy chair. "Peter is cruising on automatic again. He just sits there till you tell him what to do."

"He doesn't like to get you mad," Davy pointed out to him. "He figures if he sits and stays quiet you will appreciate him."

Mike set his head back and closed his eyes. "Such extremes. We have Mr. Loco out on the town somewhere doing who knows what. And here I have my non thinker."

"But we make beautiful music," Davy pointed out to him.

Mike raised his head. "We do, don't we." Mike got up. "Be ready to leave at six."