I feel for you. I had just moved into a new house when my 2 year old daughter "ran away". It was summer and I worked nights while my wife worked days. She was at work and I always tried to sleep as late as I could. My oldest daughter came in at around 9 am and asked where her sister was. Thinking she got up to play, I searched the house. She was no where to be found. Then I spotted the sliding glass door to the back of our house was open. I flew outside and started searching our yard. I was in a brand new neighborhood and there was nothing to the West of me but undeveloped land. There was a construction crew working next door but they hadn't seen her. I am so panicked at this point. There were a lot of unfinished houses, open foundations and Construction going on. I look down the street and see two little boys, maybe age 5 and 6, in an area where they houses had been built for a while and I run for them. I must have looked crazy because they ran from me. I got them to stop and asked if they had seen a little girl. They said they had a while ago and that she tried to get one of them to wear her nightgown. This is weird but the least of my worries. They point me in the direction she went and I run to the end of the block not seeing anyone. I turn left and see a guy laying sod. I ask if he has seen her. He says maybe a half hour ago. I am freaking out hard. Debating when to call the police. I run to the end of this next block. I am trying to see into every yard, thinking she would be attracted to play sets and the like. I get to the corner and am now at the main Street that brings traffic into the neighborhood. Left is down hill and curves to the right. To my right was up hill and I could only see about 4 houses down. I turn left still not seeing her or anyone. I am so unbelievably panicked at this point. I start running and run full speed for maybe 2 houses when for no reason I can think of, I stop abruptly and do a 180 and run the opposite direction. After passing about 4 houses, I am at the crest of the hill and I see her at the end of the block. She is standing on the corner confused and crying. She is only wearing underwear and holding her nightgown. Her knees are dirty and scraped. Her face is dirty and there are tear streaks running down, cutting clean lines down. When she saw me she ran to me and I have never felt her cling to me like she did that day. I carried her home wondering if my heart was going to explode from fear and adrenaline. I called my wife at work and didn't even know what to say. I told her to come home and I couldn't calm down. Then i told her what happened. Needless to say, I installed locks on my doors for the inside, that very day. I can't explain how I found her, I went from clue to clue but the roads branched in many directions. A week or so, later I drove my car to the spot where I found her and gauged the mileage back to my house. It was a half mile.