"She's missing," she said looking flabbergasted, "she's missing!" What was wrong with them? Couldn't they hear the urgency in her voice? She wanted to touch it, but she knew she shouldn't, she'd watched enough cop shows to know that you never touched the evidence. God, this was evidence. Alison wasn't going to some out of a closet or something screaming gotcha, she knew in the pit of her stomach this was real.
She stood up and backed away. No, this had to be a dream, a nightmare. She'd drank too much and as some sort of punishment she was having this really messed up dream. She shook her head, "nononononono. This is not happening." She turned to Spencer. Spencer, of course, she woud know what to do, she would make sense of this. "Spence..."