And then he doesn't come home.

By the time I got home, I said, "I don't think Everett is home." And I said, "Well, he'll be home later." So that was a Wednesday, Thursday.

Still no Everett.

That's when I called, I called the police to We called him missing 'cause he always came home to look after his birds.

And it was raining, so naturally his clothes would be wet, eh?

Avoidance was part of how he stayed safe.

Everett hardly, um, got in a car, 'cause somebody thought maybe he got in a car.

But he seldom got in a car.