I lost Will.  I was freaking out—I couldn’t find him anywhere, and I was calling and calling and he wouldn’t answer.  (He always does if I say “you’re scaring me”!)  I was thinking I was going to have to call Nic and then the police and that my baby was snatched and then I thought about the fake balloon boy and rechecked our bedroom—and there he was in his “special bed” on the floor, Sponge Bob guitar by his side (which was the last noise I heard from him).