Terry's dad felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He knew that this meant Terry was still out there somewhere, possibly in danger. He thanked the police for their efforts and urged them to continue searching for his son.

He called Terry's mom, who was beside herself with worry. They decided to drive around the neighborhood, searching for any sign of Terry or the van. They drove for hours, calling out his name and checking every alleyway and park.

As night fell, they returned home, exhausted and defeated. Terry's dad sat down at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do next. All he could do was pray that Terry would be found safe and sound.

As the hours passed, Terry's dad couldn't sleep. He sat by the phone, waiting for any news. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, the phone rang. It was the police, calling to inform him that Terry had been found.

Relief washed over Terry's dad as he listened to the details. Terry had been found wandering the streets, disoriented and scared. He had been taken to the hospital for evaluation, but he was otherwise unharmed.

Terry's dad raced to the hospital, tears streaming down his face as he embraced his son. They held each other tight, grateful to be reunited. Terry's dad knew that this was a second chance, a reminder of how fragile life could be.

From that day on, Terry's dad made sure to cherish every moment with his son, never taking their time together for granted. And though it was a terrifying ordeal, it brought them closer together than ever before. Terry's dad knew that he would do anything to protect his son, no matter what it took.