Been lurking, not much to say. Seems like you guys have covered every possible scenario of that night. Thanks again to all of you who cared enough to devote time to try to piece Mickey's story together. I keep hoping for good news, new evidence, any news at all...refreshing local sites, waiting to hear something about our Mickey, wanting an answer. Every mailbox and tree in her neighborhood has a big yellow bow tied around it. But people have moved on to "newer" news stories. People can't just forget about her, about what happened to her. How can life just go on after something like this happens? Since we don't have any clue of the circumstances I'm afraid to let my kids out of the house. Just doesn't make sense, it's very disheartening. We were in the store today and a lady had one of Mickey's t-shirts on, the one with her photos and the "Missing" message on it. My 3 year old yells--"Look, Mom, it's Mickey!" and my heart fell to my toes. I turned only to see that she saw Mickey's picture on the shirt. "Maybe she knows where Mickey is?" she says with her little eyes filled with hope. What do you say to that?
Where are you, Mickey?