Michael was frantic.

He'd woken up to find Micky gone and the note in his place. Micky said not to look for him, but he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. His boy was in danger.

Michael cried as he searched the car for something he could use to help him find Micky. He didn't care that he sounded like a blubbering baby. He stopped periodically to wipe the tears from his face so he could see, but he tore the car apart looking for something.

Finally, he found it.

The wristband.

It glowed white when Micky was okay, red when he was having bad thoughts, and black when he was in serious danger. Michael let out a strangled sob at what he saw.

The wristband was black as coal.