Harold Dale: Poor Wendy

Yesterday, Wendy asked me for some time off to go look for her daughter. Of course, I told her she could take as much time as she needed. The poor woman, losing the only family she has left. I wish I could help her more. I sure hope she finds Allison. I want Allison to be alive and well as much as Wendy does, not just because I care about them as fellow human beings, but also the thought that the demon was real and it took Allison just scares the living daylights out of me.