“C’mon Nailea! We’re almost at the house,” I whispered as we walked through the senior citizen neighborhood. “Okay! You don’t have to rush me,” Nailea said, “jeez!” We made it to house 29. “This is it Nai!” I said. We knocked on the door. An old lady opened the door and said, “Hey kids! Come in! Have some cookies!” Her husband was standing next to her. “Uh… No thank you,” we said. I made eye movements to Nailea that this, for sure, was the correct house. “Nai, call them,” I told Nailea. She called the cops on the super old kidnappers!