B: Paige Rycoff, freshman. Couldn't stand the heat, dropped out of school.
G: Dropped out of sight.
B: Booked a one-way ticket home to boulder. Never got there. Four days M.I.A.
G: Missing persons. First 24 hours are gold after that ...
B: ... Quicksand. Hey.
G: Excuse me, but could everyone in this room do me a big favor ... and leave? Please?
B: Thanks, fellas. Thanks, guys. You want me to go, too?
G: Lamp's still on.
B: Yeah, but she didn't take her suitcase, her purse ... or the cab she called.
G: It's like going to the vet without your dog.
B: Maybe she had a change of plan. Or someone changed it for her.
G: __③__. __④__. Nothing out of place.
B: Come in.
B: Maybe they were in her pocket.
G: If they were in her pocket she could've walked right back in. Why didn't she?
B: One moment Paige Rycoff is here the next ... vanished.
G: People don't vanish, Jim. It's a molecular impossibility.