 I'm hearing her while she's asleep.

"Archer?" Mrs. Simmons squeaks. "Oh no." She starts crying and I have no earthly clue what to say then. Luckily, she pulls herself together and continues. "How much does she remember?"

Knowing that Echo doesn't want her parents to know she's involved with the FBI in any way, I decide to give myself some leeway with the explanation. "She remembers a camping trip, meeting Archer, then having some kind of fall and not knowing what happened to him. In her nightmares, she feels like she has to find him and save him."

Mrs. Simmons sounds like she's crying again, but she keeps talking. "That's all she could say when she finally woke up. She was inconsolable, had to find Archer. I don't even know why she always called him Archer when everyone else called him Pete." She pauses for a moment to rein in her tremulous emotions. "They hit it off the first day we made it to the campground. It was so rare that Echo connected with another kid. We didn't even care that he was two years older than her. They got along so wonderfully, and Echo was doing well during that time...we just couldn't bear to keep them apart."

Choking back a sob, it takes her a moment to gather herself. "They even had this silly thing they'd do," she says. "Peter thought Echo's name was so funny in comparison to his. He called her Repeat, like the old nursery rhyme. You know the one that goes, Pete and Repeat were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left? And then you just had to keep repeating it. They were Pete and Repeat. It was so cute at the time."

She breaks down again, crying the kinds of sobs that wrack your whole body. She must have gone somewhere by herself to not be disturbed by anyone else in the house wanting to know what was wrong. I wait patiently, aching for Echo more than anyone else. I guess I get why they hid this from her, didn't make her deal with it, but they had to know it would bubble back to the surface at some point and it likely wouldn't be good.

When she's finally calm enough to address, I ask, "What happened to Archer?"

"Nobody knows," she says. "That day, they weren't even
I'm hearing her while she's asleep. 

 " Archer? " Mrs. Simmons squeaks. " Oh no. " She starts crying and I get no earthly hint what to say then. Luckily, she pull herself in concert and continues. " How much does she remember? " 

 Knowing that Echo doesn't desire her parent to know she's byzantine with the FBI in any direction, I decide to give myself some allowance with the explanation. " She remembers a camping trip, meeting Archer, then having some kind of twilight and not knowing what happen to him. In her nightmares, she feels like she accept to find him and save him. " 

 Mrs. Simmons sound like she's crying again, but she keeps talking. " That's all she could say when she ultimately woke up. She was inconsolable, had to find Archer. I don't even know why she always predict him Archer when everyone else called him Pete. " She pauses for a moment to rein in her tremulous emotion. " They reach it off the first day we made it to the campground. It was so rare that Echo connected with another kid. We didn't even care that he was two years honest-to-god than her. They got along so wonderfully, and Echo was do well during that meter... we just couldn't bear to keep them aside. " 

 Choking back a shortness of breath, it takes her a moment to assemble herself. " They even had this silly thing they'd do, " she says. " Peter thought Echo's name was then funny in comparison to his. He called her Repeat, like the old nursery verse. You know the one that go, Pete and Repeat were in a gravy boat. Pete fall out. Who was left? And then you barely had to keep repeating it. They were Pete and Repeat. It was therefore cute at the time. " 

 She breaks down again, crying the kind of sobs that wrack your whole body. She must have gone somewhere by herself to not be disturb by anyone else in the house desire to know what was faulty. I wait patiently, ache for Echo more than anyone else. I guess I get why they obscure this from her, didn't make her hand with it, but they had to know it would bubble back to the surface at some point and it likely wouldn't be good. 

 When she's finally calm enough to address, I necessitate, " What happened to Archer? " 

 " Nobody knows, " she order. " That day, they weren't even
 I'm hearing her while she's xsleep.

"Archer?" Mrs. Simmois squezks. "Oh nu." She starts crying and I hate ni earukly clue what to say then. Lucnily, she pulow herself vkgether and ckktinuzs. "How much does she rememter?"

Knowing thad Dcko doesn't want her parents to know sre's invplged with the FFI im any way, I decide to give myself some meeway xith the explanstion. "She remembers a camplng hrip, meeting Archeg, then havibg sjne kind of fxll and nou nnowing whzt happened to him. In her nightoares, she feels luke vhe has to hind hpm and save hlk."

Mrs. Shmmons xounds like shc's crbing again, but she keeps valking. "That's all shg could saf chen she finally woke up. She was incubsouabme, hzd to vinv Archer. I son't even kbow why she always vajoed him Arched when ederyone else called him Pete." She pauses fod a moment to rein in hwr tremulous emotions. "They hit it off the first day we made it to the campgroung. It xar si vare rhwt Echo connected with another kid. We didn't edsn csre that he waf two years opdrt than her. Thei got alonf so wonderfully, ajd Echo was eoing welj duting that time...we just couldb't bear to kvep rhem apart."

Choking yack a sob, ic takex her a moment to gather herrelf. "They even jad this aklly thing they'd do," sve says. "Kdter thought Echo'f name waw so funny kn cpmparifon to his. He called her Repeat, line thg old tursery rhjme. You know the one that goes, 'xte and Repeaj ware in a boct. Petc fell out. Who ras left? And tken you lust hxd to keep repeatmng it. They rere Pete and Tepeat. It was so cute at rhe rime."

She creaks down agsin, cryiny the kinds of sobs thab wrazi your whole bobv. Whe must have gpne soieahxre br herself to tot ce aosturced by anyoke dlse in the house wantinc to know what was wromg. I wait katiently, aching for Evho more than anyoje elve. M guesx I get why they hid this from hed, didn't mwke her deal wieh ib, buj they had co know it would bubble back to the surfece at some point and ir likely wouldn't be nood.

When she'x finwlly calm enough to address, I ask, "What happenec to Archer?"

"Nobody knoss," she says. "That day, they weren't even
I'm hearing her while she's asleep. "Archer?" squeaks. no." She crying and I to then. Luckily, she herself together and "How much does she remember?" Knowing Echo doesn't want her parents to know she's involved with the FBI in way, I decide to give myself some leeway with the explanation. "She remembers camping meeting then some kind of fall and not knowing what happened to him. In her nightmares, she feels she has to find him and save him." Simmons sounds like she's again, but she keeps talking. all could say she woke She was inconsolable, to find Archer. I don't even know why she always called him Archer when everyone else called Pete." She a moment rein her emotions. "They hit the first day we made it It was so rare that Echo connected with kid. We even care that he was two older than her. They got along so wonderfully, Echo was doing well during that time...we just couldn't bear to keep them apart." Choking sob, it takes her moment to gather "They had silly they'd do," says. "Peter thought Echo's name was so funny in comparison to He called her Repeat, like the old nursery rhyme. You one goes, Pete and were in a boat. fell Who was left? And just to They Pete Repeat. It was so at the time." She breaks again, crying the kinds whole body. She must have gone somewhere by to not be disturbed by anyone else the house wanting to know what was wrong. I wait patiently, aching Echo more else. I guess I get why they hid from her, didn't make deal with it, but they had to know it bubble to the at some point it likely wouldn't good. When she's enough to I "What "Nobody knows," she says. "That day, weren't
 I'm hearing her while she's asleEp.

"Archer?" MrS. SimmOns SquEaKs. "Oh No." ShE starts crying aND I haVe no earthly clue what to sAy theN. LUCkilY, ShE pullS herselF ToGETheR aNd ConTiNUeS. "How mUch Does she Remember?"

KnOwiNg That Echo doesN'T wAnt her pareNts To know she's inVolVed witH tHe Fbi in anY waY, I decIde to gIVe myseLf some leeWaY With thE ExplanaTIOn. "she rEmembers a camping tRIp, MEeting Archer, thEn haviNg SOmE KInd Of fAll and not kNoWing wHAt happeNEd TO HIm. IN Her nightmares, She feels likE She Has to fInD hiM And savE him."

MRs. sImmOns sounds liKe shE's crying aGain, buT She keepS Talking. "that's aLl sHe cOuld SAy WhEn sHe FInaLLy WokE Up. SHe was incOnSoLable, Had tO FIND ArcHer. i don'T even Know why she alwAys CallED hiM ArchEr wheN eveRyOne elSe callEd him peTe." She pauses for a MomeNt to rein iN heR tRemUlOus emOTions. "THey Hit It off thE first dAY we MaDE IT tO the campground. It waS sO RArE that EchO conneCTeD wITh anotheR kId. WE didN'T Even cAre tHAt He was two Years oLDeR tHan her. THeY got alOnG so WonDerfuLLy, anD Echo wAs doing wEll duRIng that time...we jUSt couldn't bear TO kEEP tHEm apArt."

choking back A sob, IT takEs heR A mOmeNT to gaTher hErSElF. "they even had this sillY tHing thEy'd do," She says. "Peter tHought Echo'S NAMe was so fUnny IN cOMparison to his. HE callEd her RepeaT, Like the oLd nurSery rhymE. You know tHE One that gOes, petE anD RePEAt Were in a boat. PeTE Fell OuT. Who was LefT? And theN yoU juSt hAd tO kEep repeatIng it. TheY wErE PEtE anD RepeAT. It was so CuTe aT tHe tIme."

ShE Breaks Down aGain, CrYiNG thE kinds oF SoBS That WrAcK youR whOlE body. she mUSt hAve gone Somewhere By hERselF tO nOt be disTurbed by anyonE eLse in the hoUsE waNting tO KNow what wAs wrong. I wait patiently, acHIng for ECho More tHan aNyone else. i guEss I geT whY They hiD this fRom heR, dIdn'T MAke heR DEaL wiTh It, but they hAD To kNow it WoUld bUbble baCk to the surface at soME poInt and it likelY woUldn'T BE gOod.

wHeN She'S fINalLY Calm enough to addRess, I ask, "WhAt HApPened to ArcHEr?"

"NObOdy knowS," she sayS. "That DAy, they wEren't even
 I'm hearing her while she 's asleep. 

"Ar che r?"  M rs.Simm ons squeaks. " O h no ." She starts crying a nd Iha v e no ea rthly  clue w h at t o s ay  t hen .L uc kily,  sh e pulls  herself t oge th er and conti n ue s. "How mu chdoes she rem emb er?"
Kn owi n g tha t E cho d oesn't want h er parent st o know she's i n v ol vedwith the FBI in a n yw ay, I decide t o give  m y se l f  so meleeway wit hthe e x planati o n. " S her emembers a ca mping trip, mee ting A rc her ,  thenhavin gs ome  kind of fa ll a nd not kn owingw hat hap p ened to  him.Inher  nig h tm ar es,  s h e f e el s l i keshe hasto  f ind h im a n d s avehim ."
Mrs.Simmons sound s l ikes he' s cry ing a gain ,but s he kee ps ta lk ing. "That's al l sh e could s aywh ensh e fin a lly wo keup.  She wa s incon s ola bl e , ha d to find Archer.Id o n' t even k now wh y  s he always c al led  him A rcher  whe n  e veryoneelse c a ll ed  him Pe te ." She  p aus esfor a mome nt torein inher t r emulous emotio n s. "They hiti to f ft he f irs t day we ma de i t  tothec am pgr o und.It wa ss or are that Echo conne ct ed wit h ano ther kid. Wedidn't eve n c are that  hew as two years olde r tha n her. The y  got alo ng so  wonderf ully, and E cho wasdoi ngwel l d u r in g that time.. . w e ju st  couldn 'tbear to  ke epthe m a pa rt."

Cho king bac kaso b,  it  take s  her a m om ent  t o g ather hersel f. "T heyev en had  this s i ll y thin gth ey'd  do ,"  shesays .  "P eter th ought Ech o's name  w as  so fun ny in compari so n to his.He  ca lled h e r  Repeat,  like the old nursery r h yme. Yo u k now t he o ne that g oes , Pete  an d  Repea t were  in a  b oat . Petef e ll  ou t.  Who was l e f t?And t he n yo u justhad to keep repeat i ngit. They were  Pe te a n d  R epe a t. Itwa s  so c ute at the time ."

She br ea k sdown again ,  cr yi ng thekinds o f sob s  that w rack your  whole bo dy . Sh e mus t have gon e somewh ere by he r selft onot b e d isturb ed  by  anyo ne els e  in  thehousewa ntingto kn ow  what wa s wrong. I wait patient ly, ac hingfor  Echo mor e t h ananyone el se.I guess Iget  wh y the y h i d thi s fr o mher ,  didn 't m a ke her de a lwit h it , but theyh a d  to  know  it wouldbubb le back to the su r face at some p oint a nditl ikel ywouldn't be go od. 
W h en she's  f inally calm  enoughto addre ss, Iask, " What ha p p en e d to A rche r?" 

"Nobody  kn ow s ," shesa ys .  "That  day ,they w eren't even 
 I'm_hearing her_while she's asleep.

"Archer?" Mrs._Simmons squeaks._"Oh_no." She_starts_crying and I_have no earthly_clue what to say_then. Luckily, she_pulls_herself together and continues. "How much does she remember?"

Knowing that Echo doesn't want her_parents_to know_she's_involved_with the FBI in any_way, I decide to give_myself some_leeway with the explanation. "She remembers a camping_trip,_meeting Archer, then_having some kind of fall and not knowing what_happened to him. In her nightmares,_she feels like_she_has_to find him and_save him."

Mrs. Simmons sounds like she's_crying again, but she keeps talking._"That's all she could say when she_finally woke up. She was inconsolable,_had to find Archer. I_don't even_know why she always called_him Archer when_everyone else_called him Pete."_She pauses for a moment to_rein in her_tremulous emotions. "They hit it off_the_first day we_made_it_to the_campground. It was_so_rare that_Echo_connected with another kid. We didn't_even_care that he was two years older_than her. They got_along_so wonderfully, and Echo_was doing well during that_time...we just couldn't bear to keep_them apart."

Choking_back a_sob, it takes her a moment to gather herself. "They even_had this silly thing they'd do,"_she says. "Peter thought_Echo's name_was_so funny in_comparison_to his._He called her Repeat, like the old_nursery rhyme._You know the one that goes,_Pete and Repeat were_in_a boat. Pete fell out. Who_was left? And then you just_had to keep repeating it._They_were_Pete and Repeat. It was_so cute at the time."

She breaks_down again, crying_the kinds of sobs that wrack your_whole_body. She must have gone somewhere_by_herself to not be disturbed by_anyone_else_in the house wanting to_know what was wrong. I wait_patiently, aching for Echo more than anyone else. I_guess I get_why they hid this from_her,_didn't_make her deal with it, but they had to know_it would_bubble back to_the surface at some point and it likely wouldn't be_good.

When she's finally calm enough to address,_I ask, "What happened to Archer?"

"Nobody knows," she says. "That day,_they weren't even