Three young sisters, 8-year-old Victoria, 6-year-old twins Hannah and Lily, find themselves at the center of a haunting mystery. After being discovered living alone in a remote cabin for five years, the girls are taken in by their uncle and his girl...
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The scene opens with Lucas sitting at a cluttered desk, illuminated only by the soft glow of his computer screen as he scrolls through a series of sketches and drawings. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he studies each image intently. Suddenly, a peculiar ringtone pierces the quiet of the room, bouncing off the walls and breaking his focus. Lucas fumbles through a mountain of papers covering his desk, his frustration mounting as he struggles to locate his phone. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, he extracts it from beneath a stack of documents.
"Burnsie!" he answers, leaning back in his rolling chair and beginning to spin slowly in circles. "So where are you guys today?"
On the other end of the line, an elderly man with a weathered face and a twinkle of determination in his eyes responds, "Well, we're gonna have another look around Sector 1-7-12-33."
Lucas's face scrunches up in thought. "That's the mountain road, right?" He nods, already marking locations on a large map plastered on the wall beside him—an intricate web of routes, pins, and notes sprawled across the paper, a testament to five years of relentless searching for his missing nieces, Victoria, Hannah, and Lily.
"Uh-huh," Burnsie confirms.
Lucas jots down another note: "Glade station...Go up through the Wilson Pass...It sounds good." His voice is laced with hope, a flicker of determination igniting within him.
Then an audible sigh comes through the phone. "Oh, God, I hate to do this." Burnsie's tone turns serious, and Lucas braces himself. "Your last payment didn't clear."
"Well... I'll check on that," Lucas replies, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "Don't worry about it. The bank's screwing up."
At that moment, the scene shifts to show Annabel, a young woman with striking short black hair and tattoos adorning her arms, sitting on the edge of a bathtub. She's anxiously awaiting the results of her pregnancy test, her leg bouncing up and down as tension fills the small bathroom. With a deep breath, she pulls the test from its package and glances down, her eyes widening at the results.
"Thank you, God. Sweet!" she cheers, her relief palpable as she hops off the tub.
She enters the living area where Lucas gets off the phone. "That Burnsie on the phone?" she asks, popping a casual spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
"Yup," Lucas replies, removing his glasses to rub his eyes, revealing a face that reflects years of exhaustion and worry.
"What's his next move? Is he going to search Sector Plural-Z-Alpha?" Annabel jokes, her laughter filling the air, but Lucas's mood remains heavy.
Wrapping a blanket around his shoulders, Lucas moves wearily towards the bed, burying his face in the soft fabric.
"Hey, guess who's not pregnant?" Annabel's cheerful announcement penetrates his melancholy, but she quickly notices the somber expression on his face. "What is wrong with you?" She watches him intently, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
Lucas exhales deeply, the weight of his concerns spilling out. "The last payment didn't clear," he admits, pulling the blanket down just enough to meet her gaze.
Annabel nods slowly, bemused, before asking, "So there's a problem with the bank or...?"
"The money's gone," Lucas responds, a bitter sense of defeat creeping into his voice as he stares blankly at the ceiling.
"I pick 'B'," Annabel replies thoughtfully.
Lucas's head drops slightly as he confirms with a defeated chuckle, "That is the correct answer."
Trying to lighten the mood, Annabel jumps up from her seat, moving to straddle him on the bed. "Hey, look, babe. It's your brother. You wanna spend all your money trying to find him, it's okay with me. It's cheaper than therapy. And so am I." She playfully sets her cereal bowl on top of his head and plants a quick kiss on his lips.
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Meanwhile, the scene transitions to Burnsie and his companion Ronnie, both taking a breather on a fallen log, their dog 'Bird' resting contentedly nearby. They pass around cold beers and munch on sandwiches, sharing an amiable camaraderie amidst their tedious search.
"I need to go," Ronnie states abruptly, tossing his empty beer bottle aside. He stands and wanders off into the tree line in search of a suitable spot to relieve himself.
Just as Ronnie begins to unzip his pants, he catches a glimpse of something peculiar in the distance, his heart racing as he squints to identify the shape. "Burnsie!" he whispers urgently.
"What?" Burnsie calls back, turning his head in curiosity.
"Hey, Burnsie!" Ronnie yells again, his excitement palpable as he beckons his partner over.
"Jesus Christ!" Burnsie mutters, setting his beer down as he hastens to Ronnie's side. They both gaze in silent astonishment at an abandoned car—once belonging to Jeffrey, Lucas's twin brother, who had vanished five years ago alongside the girls.
"We gonna call him?" Ronnie asks, his eyes gleaming with urgency.
"Just give me a minute," Burnsie replies, still grappling with the shock of their discovery.
"Well, we should call. We promised we'd call," Ronnie insists, his eagerness not waning.
"Ronnie, shut up for just one minute." Burnsie snaps, frustration surfacing as he continues to process the unexpected turn of events.
As they gather their bearings, Burnsie retrieves a bag containing a stuffed animal that had belonged to Victoria. He holds it up for Bird to sniff. "Here you go, Bird, take a whiff of that."
Once the dog picks up the scent, it eagerly takes off, and the two men follow, hope igniting within them as they pursue the lead.
Bird's tracking leads them to a dimly lit, dilapidated cabin hidden among the trees. Burnsie approaches cautiously, brushing away the neglect that frames the structure, while Ronnie holds onto Bird tightly, unease creeping into his thoughts.
