I lost my 8 year old for about 5 minutes about a month ago while at my older son's baseball game. We were at a huge park with one of those wooden playgrounds. I just knew he was in there playing, even though I hadn't given him permission to do so. He has NEVER wandered off before. We had the whole team's families yelling for him. Turns out he just ran to my van to put his scooter up. He swore he told me. In that 5 minues, which felt like forever, my mind went crazy. I'm a panicky type person anyway, but the horrors that went through my head were awful. Once we were home and safe, my mind went into the "what ifs?" I had a full blown panic attack thinking of my baby being abducted by some creep and how scared he would have been wondering where mommy and daddy were and why we weren't saving him. It was awful, and yet my baby was safe in his bed. I can't imagine the thoughts going through Isa's parents not knowing where she is. Is she cold, hungry, hurting, etc. It's almost easier to think they're not suffering; thus *shudder* dead, than it is to think they're so scared and going through the horrors of being abducted, raped, etc.
Sorry, I'm rambling. I don't post here much, but this case has me by the you know what, and I don't even have you know whats.