No Cars Beyond This Point
My father always told me, If I'm gone for three days, call the police.
He liked to drink with his friends every night. Sometimes he'd be gone for the whole next day and I wouldn't catch a glimpse of him until the following afternoon, bleary-eyed, popping aspirin on the sagging sofa.
He was never gone for three days.
He had been gone for five days when I realized he wasn't coming back, and I had better do something about it. But I definitely wasn't going to call the police.