A/N
There's so many demands to start writing this again, so I decided I would. Enjoy this chapter! It's kinda slow, but I promise it'll pick up in the next chapter.

Alan's POV

A year. A year since I let my sweet Mia go. It's been a hard year. It was hard telling the girls what happened to Mia. They still don't completely understand. It's hard on all of us. Even Chad's not his usual, annoying self. I guess this is just a test from God.

"Daddy, I miss Mia," Presley says. I sigh, "I know, lovebug, me too. We just need to pray that Mia is okay, and will come home." She nods, "Okay."

Josh and Jaxon promised that they'd call me the minute she got home. I anticipate that moment when all of us will hop on a plane to Branson.

We're continuing our tour now. We leave tonight. Our first stop is in Chicago. I know it's not gonna be the same without Mia, but we've put this off long enough. It's now or never; we can't let the fans down.

"Alan, baby, do you have to leave?" Brycie asks. I sigh again, "I don't want to, babe, but the fans. We've already put this off for a year. I know you girls will be okay. And the second Josh or Jaxon calls, we'll be on our way back here to get you guys, then fly to Missouri."

She nods, "Okay. Be careful." I grin, "I will. Don't worry."

I hear knocks at the door. "C'mon in guys!" I exclaim, knowing it's my bandmates. They enter my house quieter than usual.

"Hey Alan," they say. "Any news yet?" Chad asks. I shake my head, "I said I'd call you guys when I get the call." Joey hangs his head, "I miss Mia." I laugh a bit, "You sound just like Pres. But I agree, I miss her too."

"Has anybody tried calling her lately?" Caleb pipes up. "I tried. She changed her number," I sigh. "I'm hoping we find her on her tour," Chad says. "Yeah, I've got a few hundred pictures from one of her selfies printed out to help us," Caleb adds.

"What if she changed her appearance?" Joey asks. "God will help us, Joe, don't worry, we'll find her," I assure him.

~*~

Chicago, I've always wanted to travel here. Somehow I'm not that excited to be here. We toured with Mia last time. I need to know she's okay, but I don't even know where she is. She could be anywhere.

We get to the church earlier than expected, so the four of us talk on the bus.

"Do you think we'll find her on this tour?" Joey asks. "We will," Chad says. "We have to," Caleb adds. "Guys, we will if it's God's will," I say.

We grab our gear and head into the church. I slip into the back and talk to the guy who's running sound.

"I have a flash drive with a picture. Would it be possible to put it on the screen?" I ask him. "Yeah, just signal me when you want them to see it," he says. "Thanks. You have no idea how much this means," I whisper, heading off to help my boys.

We get everything set up, and people start coming in. We duck into the back room, gather in our circle, and pray.

"Lord, if it's your will, please let us find Mia on this tour. We love and miss her, and we want to know that she is okay. Bless this group of people, and let us be your messengers, sharing the good news. Thank you for getting us here safely, and we trust you'll get us to our next stop safely too, Amen," Caleb prays. "Amen!" The three of us echo. We grab our mics and run on stage, ready for a good show