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Hey, kids.

You forgot something.

That's Daddy's job. You said.

Yours, too, if you wanna be a big girl.

- Forgive me.
- Maybe.

- Be home for supper.
- On time?

Come on, kiddo.
All right, put all that stuff in the back.

- Fine.
- Get your seat belt on.

Bye. Seat belts, please.

Come on.

- Love you.
- Okay.

Greg Prichard, 42 years old.
Daughter, Kyla, 6 years old.

Bye.

He had to open up his dry-cleaning store
as usual, then take Kyla to school.

He never got to the store,
and Kyla never made it to school.

Kyla's mother, Sarah, watched them
lea ve the house at 8:00 this morning.

Nobody's seen them since.

Nice middle-class home,
nice neighborhood.

Lawnmowers, sprinklers,
kid on the corner selling lemonade.

- And the father's got no criminal record?
- No.

Pillar of the community. Coaches
Little League, the whole nine yards.

- That's a mixed metaphor.
- Indeed.

And there's no history
of domestic abuse, child abuse?

No, no history.
But then, history's written by the victors.

Winners, and that's a cliché.

It's an adage.
And it's an adage because it's true.

- I told you it was my daughter's birthday?
- No.

Yeah. She turned six.

My mind is just going
to some pretty horrible places.

There are going to be
some difficult questions.

Ask me anything.

Did your husband have enemies?
Anyone that would wanna hurt him?

- No.
- How about you?

- I don't think so.
- Kyla?

- She's six.
- Teachers? Babysitters?

Was there anyone
that acted strangely toward her?

- No.
- What about your husband's business?

- Everything okay there? Debts?
- No.

- And he would tell you?
- Yes.

- You sure?
- I know my husband.

Mrs. Prichard, is it possible
that your husband could have taken Kyla?

Taken her? Where? No.

- Everything in your marriage is....
- Fine.

How about
between your husband and Kyla?

If you're asking me
if Greg was molesting my daughter...

the answer's no.

Okay. Let's talk about last night.

He was a little late
coming home for dinner.

But besides that, everything was normal.

Hi, pumpkin.

- Daddy, you're late.
- I'm sorry. I got hung up at the store.

- I called there.
- I must not have heard over the machines.

Kyla got hungry, but I waited.

I actually grabbed something at the store.

But I always have some room
for your chicken cacciatore.

- You're lucky you're so cute.
- I'm lucky for a lot of reasons.

Did he usually call you
when he was gonna be late?

Yeah, usually.

I really appreciate you trying to help me,
but this is not about my husband.

There is nothing going on
beneath the surface here.

Something has happened to them.

- So you left Vivian over there?
- For now.

What'd the mother say?

Perfect husband, perfect father,
perfect life.

- Sounds like perfect denial.
- Yeah, we'll see.

How do you know the father took her?

Maybe they were kidnapped,
or he was killed, then she was taken.

Even a psychotic pedophile is unlikely to
target a girl traveling with an adult male.

Without any evidence
to suggest this guy was dirty...

you assume this is a custody thing
or incest?

Careful, Martin.
She's got a thing about men.

So, how we doing on the basics?

APB's within a 300-mile radius.

Nothing from Amtrak, airlines,
or Greyhound.

- Nothing on his credit cards.
- Background?

Married 10 years, pays his mortgage,
no debt, model citizen.

Can't say as much for his employees.

Quince Anders.
Did time for grand theft auto.

Out on parole since'98.

Okay, you and Sam go and see him.

I want you to comb
his business associates...

his friends, and Kyla's teachers.

- You want me to stay on his finances?
- Get all the deep background.

If this guy's got a mistress in Boston...

or got a bad report card
in the fourth grade, I wanna know about it.

I have a feeling this guy's
not the angel his wife says he is.

Figured you guys would come at me first.
Seeing as I got a record.

This is just routine.
Part of basic stuff we do for background.

- I don't know nothing about nothing.
- Nobody's saying you do.

We just wanna ask you
questions about your boss.

Don't know much about him, either.

Except he gave me a chance
when no one else would.

And how long have you worked here?

Four years. Since I got out.

How'd you get the job?

My parole officer.

Mr. P signed himself up for parolee hire.

I got an interview, got the job.

What do you make of what's happening?

I figure he must be
in some kind of trouble.

Don't ask me what.

Now all I know is he loves his wife
and he lives for that girl.

You know, I never seen a man light up
like that around a child before.

You don't think there's any chance
he was having an affair?

Mr. P? No way.

He had a lover.

He had a lover and you know it.

She would come every few weeks,
leave one blouse...

and then he would go out. Like a clock.

Look, the lady's crazy, okay.
She don't know what she's talking about.

I'm not crazy. She was here yesterday.

Every time she'd come through that door,
his whole face changed.

- Starch?
- Light, please.

- This'll be ready tomorrow after 5:00.
- Thank you.

He would wait a little for show.

Then after 10 minutes, he'd leave as usual.

Only this time, he did not come back.

I close up the store.

Do you have her name and address
in the computer?

Sure. For every customer.

Her name is Alice. Alice Booker.

- Another woman.
- So says busybody.

And you believe the trusted car thief?

One minute he doesn't know anything
about his boss...

the next he's crying into his soup
about what a Quaker the guy is.

If Prichard's sleeping
with this Alice Booker...

how come he seems irritable
when she comes in?

- He's antsy. Maybe guilty.
- 'Cause he's running off the next day...

with his mistress
and taking his daughter with him?

Hopefully. At least that way she's safe.

All right. Let's go find Alice Booker.

Nothing on the turnpike?

Yeah, a father and his daughter.

Okay. Yeah, thanks.

Looks like Greg isn't such a model citizen
after all. Look at this.

Never filed a tax return before 1991.

He's got multiple bank accounts
with over $500,000 in savings.

That's a lot of money for somebody who
only put down 10% on a $200,000 house.

Yeah. And both his parents died
when he was 20. No big inheritance.

And his wife's parents
are both civil servants in Ohio, so....

So what are you thinking?

He's got an ex-con working for him.

Maybe this whole
laundromat/dry cleaner thing is a front.

For what?

I don't know.
Drugs. Diamonds. Illegal ferrets.

Maybe this is a business deal gone bad.

I know.

Excuse me, Mrs. Prichard?

Do you have any idea why Greg
didn't file a tax return before 1991?

No.

Do you or your husband
know anybody by the name of Alice?

Not that I can think of. Why?

We have reason to believe that Greg may
have been involved with another woman.

No, that's crazy.

A woman showed up at the dry cleaners.

Greg left and never came back,
and it wasn't the first time.

Who told you that, Connie?

She's 70 and she watches
too many soap operas.

- Mrs. Prichard--
- Is this the way that this works?

Someone goes missing
and you people come in...

and dig into the dirt in their lives?

We have to look into everything.

But sometimes you twist things around...

and manufacture dirt
where it doesn't exist.

I've told you the truth from the beginning.

Okay, thanks. I gotta go, bye.

Samantha just called. Alice Booker?

Non-existent address.
Out of service telephone number.

- There is no Alice Booker in Smithtown.
- I can do you one better.

Prichard's Social Security Number
wasn't issued until 1990.

Before that
there's no record of him anywhere.

Not at his high school,
not at his college. Nowhere.

Nothing this guy's wife
told us about him checks out.

Before 1990, Greg Prichard didn't exist.

Financial irregularities,
a mystery woman, false identity.

- What have we got?
- John Hodson.

- Might be.
- Wanna fill me in?

A case we had in'99.

Straitlaced accountant,
town like this, wife, kids.

One day he disappears.
We found him two years later in Newport.

New name, new wife, new baby.

He was a serial polygamist.
Newport was his fourth go-around.

Except when Hodson took off,
he didn't have a mistress...

he didn't take the kids.
He just started over. Clean.

Prichard got more attached to Kyla
than he thought he would.

He was cutting corners.
Setting up his new life before he left.

Has his wife said anything
to indicate he's capable of that?

The wife's always the last to know.

No disrespect to Mr. Hodson...

but there's dozens of guys
who'd like a new identity.

Drug dealers, fugitives, hit men, terrorists.

Anybody who wanted to hide
from anything.

We got Danny on the money trail.

Okay, you two, Alice Booker.

So what's your plan?

Put the pad away,
get her talking about him.

One thing about every great liar.

Ninety percent of what he says is true.

Whatever you do, do it fast.

Her daughter's out there somewhere
and it's getting dark.

I was just looking at some pictures
in the living room.

Greg likes to camp?

My husband loves the beach.
He can lay out there for hours.

Me, 10 minutes, I can't sit still.

- You been married long?
- Fourteen years.

- You must have been young.
- You're telling me.

- Any kids?
- Yeah. One.

Reggie. He's 12.

How did you and Greg meet?

Look, I know what you're doing.

Just...don't, okay?

Look, I've been the guy's best friend
for eight years.

I've never seen him
look at another woman.

Believe me, a lot of times we'd go out
for a beer, I'd try to get him to look.

You never saw him do
anything inappropriate with Kyla?

I know how it must look,
but I don't believe it.

I mean, Sarah and Kyla are his life.

- You two coach Little League together?
- Yeah. We came in last place this year.

- That's too bad.
- No. Nobody had more fun than we did.

And that's'cause of Greg.
And all these other fathers...

they're insane about it.
I used to be one of them.

But he's got it in perspective.

Everybody plays, everybody has fun.
That's it.

When was the last time you saw him?

He was here last night. He stopped by
for a bite on his way home.

He'd never tell Sarah,
but he likes my cooking...

a lot better than hers.

I love this salad, Nicky.

- Bring Greg a plate of moussaka.
- Sure, Nick.

Sit down for a minute.
I wanna talk to you about something.

- You look so serious.
- No, it's a good thing.

You've been talking about
wanting to take on another business.

I was wondering
if you wanna buy my store.

You having troubles?

Not at all. We're doing great.

I was just thinking about
maybe getting into something else.

You know, a change of pace.

Let me think about it.
I'll talk it over with Mary.

Eat. Come on. Eat.

Tell me, what do you know
about his business?

Not much. I was sort of surprised
by that last night, but--

Did he have any other business interests?
Besides the dry-cleaning?

No. Not that I know of.

Did he ever discuss his past with you?

Not really. He didn't like
to talk about it too much.

Didn't you find that odd?

I got a feeling that
he didn't have too good a childhood.

The way he is with Sarah and Kyla,
it's like he's on a mission or something.

Mission?

Be the best father. The best husband.
To make the most of everything.

Take a look at this.

Before he took off, our guy went online...

to transfer all his personal accounts
into his checking account.

CDs, money market funds, everything.

That tracks. According to Nick,
he was trying to sell the dry cleaners.

Why is he trying to raise so much cash?

Sounds to me like a guy
who's trying to liquidate...

and move on
before his wife gets wind of it.

I've been looking through
his college yearbook.

Looks like he was hiding
a lot more than money.

I wanna show you something.

This is a Syracuse yearbook, 1984,
the year Greg told you he graduated.

Okay. Amy Prichard, Tammy Prichard,
no Greg Prichard.

Well, maybe he missed the photo day.

The baseball team he was captain of.
No Greg Prichard.

Not in the pictures,
not on the list of players on the team.

There is no mention of Greg Prichard
anywhere in this book.

So what? I must've gotten the year
he graduated wrong.

We checked.'82,'83,'85, and'86.

There's no record of Greg Prichard
ever having attended Syracuse.

Nor Lincoln High in Binghamton.

There's no record of Greg Prichard...

your Greg Prichard, anywhere before 1990.

Sarah.

The reason Greg was late last night...

was because he stopped by
Nick's restaurant.

He asked Nick to buy his shop.

And yesterday afternoon
we believe he met with his mistress.

When we first met...

I was coming out
of a really bad relationship.

And Greg was different
than any man I'd ever known.

He was so grounded...

and so sure of himself
and what he wanted.

And he had this pain in his eyes.

This sensitivity that made me feel
like I could tell him anything.

And I did. I told him everything.

He fascinated me
with stories about his past.

How he traveled to Asia and Europe,
and he worked on a fishing boat in Alaska.

The midnight sun.

That's what he would talk about.

And how he wanted
to take me there someday.

We had so much left to do.

And now you're telling me
that everything that he talked about...

everything he told me about himself...

and all the plans we made was all a lie?

I saw his face on TV, then I remembered
that he was in here yesterday.

And he's in here all the time.

Always with the same woman
and they always sit in that same booth.

Can you describe the woman?

She's old. At least 30, I'd say. Maybe 35.

-Height?
-A little taller than me.

-Hair?
-Long, brown, curly.

-Ethnicity?
-Mulatto, I guess. She was real pretty.

- How was she dressed?
- Like you, kind of.

A business suit?

Yeah, professional.
Of course, I thought it was a cover.

'Cause I am pretty sure
they were having an affair.

Why is that?

They were always talking quiet,
real intimate.

Every time I'd come over and bring
them coffee, they'd shut right up.

Did you notice anything different
about yesterday?

Yeah. That's the whole thing of it.

All of a sudden,
they're acting a lot less careful.

I mean, they're fighting and they're
not looking around to see who's watching.

Think of what you're doing.
After all of this time.

I won't let you hurt my family.

Who said anything
about hurting your family?

- Greg, I care about you.
- It's over.

And it's not open for discussion,
so just stay away from my family.

The lady looked pretty upset.

She jumped right on her cell phone
and made a call.

I thought she called his wife or something.

She paid the bill?

Oh, yeah.
But she paid all the time anyway.

- Did she use a credit card?
- Yeah, pretty much always.

I need to see those receipts.

Look, he breaks off his affair with Alice,
but doesn't go back to the store.

So where was he between 5:00 and 7:00?

He's upset. He drives around for a while.
He cools off.

Then he has a heart-to-heart
with his friend, Nick.

But he doesn't mention Alice.
In fact, Nick's never heard of her.

- Nick could be lying.
- Why would he lie?

If Nick's telling the truth, Prichard was
planning on getting out of Dodge.

So he breaks up with Alice,
tries to sell the store to Nick...

but doesn't stick around
to see how it plays out.

Doesn't compute.
There's too many loose ends.

Unless the waitress didn't hear
what she thinks she heard.

- Greg, I care about you.
- It's over.

And it's not open for discussion,
so just stay away from my family.

Or she heard the words
but mistook the context.

Jack, I need to talk to you.

- Denise Chandler?
- Yes.

Jack Malone. FBI Missing Persons.

What can I do for you?

You could tell me why Greg Prichard
is in the Witness Protection Program.

Sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I know that you're his point person.

I know that you've been meeting him
at the Roadway Diner.

And I know that you've been paying
by credit card.

72-12, standard government issue.

You left yourself very exposed, Alice.

- What's his real name?
- You know I can't tell you that.

What were you fighting about
the last time you met?

Were they onto him?

Come on. There's a little girl's life at stake.
What's going on?

Jack Malone.

It's been too long.

I'm trying to get some information, Chuck.

Denise, would you mind getting yourself
some coffee, please?

Let's not get into a pissing contest.

We're the primaries.
We'll let you know when we need you.

You don't know where they are, do you?

You screwed up,
and now you're trying to cover your ass.

You know we can't reveal his identity.
It's a blanket policy.

You should have told me about this
from the beginning...

then his face wouldn't be all over
the news. You've compromised him.

I'm touched by your concern.

Mr. Prichard is none of your business.

He may not be.
But there's a 6-year-old girl missing.

And that is my damn business.

My husband's
in the Witness Protection Program.

My husband's a liar and a criminal.

And I just didn't see it.

He told me that his parents were dead...

that he had no real family...

that he had lost all of his old friends
because he traveled so much.

And I believed him.

I keep going over it and over it
in my mind.

Every look, every bad mood,
every phone call...

where he'd hang up the phone
when I'd walk into the room.

How could I not know this?

- He fooled a lot of people.
- I'm his wife.

I brought a child into the world
with a complete stranger.

I see her, you know? I see her.

She's right there,
and I just wanna touch her.

I can't touch her.
I just wanna be able to touch her again.

You will.

How do you know that?

You people can't even tell me who he is.

For all you know, he's a murderer...

and he's out there with my baby.

All right, everyone.

In spite of what our friends
at the Marshals' say...

as long as there's a girl missing,
this is still our case.

We won't find this girl
until we know who the dad is.

That's what we have to focus on.
What have we got?

His new Social Security Number
was issued on June 28, 1990.

Four federal trials were completed
between May and July, 1990.

One in New York, one in Philadelphia,
one in Chicago, one in Miami.

For what it's worth,
Kyla's Little League team's the White Sox.

- And Prichard is the coach, right?
- Come on, guys. This is kind of a leap.

No. The coach gets to choose
the name of the team.

Nobody'll choose the White Sox
unless they're from Chicago.

Cubs maybe, but never the White Sox.

Verdict on the Chicago case came in
on June 26...

two days before
the new Social was issued.

So, what's the case?

It was a gang hit in Grant Park.
Victor Gregorian, heroin dealer, killed.

They got his whole family.
Wife, two little kids.

It looks like one of the shooters got ID'd
and rolled over on the other two.

The Chicago office says
he was the primary witness...

but the file is incomplete
and we don't have his name.

So Greg Prichard was the shooter
and the rat.

Now he's settled into this humdrum life
coaching Little League...

- and running a dry-cleaning business?
- He gets a second chance at life.

It's better than the life he had before.
There he is, living the American dream.

That's what his buddy, Nick, said to me.
It's like he was on a mission.

So who caught up with him?
Someone he ratted on...

or one of Gregorian's friends
looking for revenge?

Keep your ear to the ground
and find out what you can about a hit.

Martin, call the US Attorney's office...

see what you can find out
about the Gregorian case.

Cops found Prichard's car in a parking lot
three blocks from his dry-cleaning office.

That doesn't make any sense.

Unless he switched cars.

So this is where you park your car?

- Your car, a brown'87 Cutlass.
- My car.

It's in the shop.
I got a problem with the carburetor.

- Which shop?
- It's the Mobil over on Sunrise.

Do you have the number there,
'cause I wanna give them a call?

Quince, we know you gave him the car.

He's not the man you think he is.

And there's a little girl in grave danger
because of it.

Cigarette?

- So what do you want to know?
- The Gregorian hit, 1990.

Have you heard
anything about it recently?

Maybe.

What do you want?

I want to work in the library, not a kitchen.

And my own cell.

You know I could get killed for it.

You give me something
that'll help me get what I want...

you'll get what you want.

He calls the store yesterday about 1:00,
sounded real messed up.

Says he wants me to meet him
in the mall, in the parking lot.

Hey, what's going on, Mr. P?

I need your help, okay? I need your car.

What's going on?

Come here, baby.

- Are you all right, Mr. P?
- You don't wanna know, Quince.

All right, don't talk to anyone.
Don't ask any questions or look around.

Don't talk to anyone. Not to Connie,
not to my wife. No one. Please.

Just give me your car keys.

Thank you.

Look, I swear to God
he didn't tell me where he was going.

I don't know what this is about.

You lied to a federal officer, Quince,
aided and abetted a felon.

You think your parole officer's
gonna wanna hear?

Lady, if I knew anything, I would....

What?

I got Lojack.

You got Lojack on an'87 Cutlass?

Man, I used to steal cars for a living.
I know how easy it is.

What the hell
are those idiots doing out front?

I just got off the phone
with an old buddy of mine at Justice.

Prichard wasn't one of the shooters.
He was an innocent bystander.

The two hit men's convictions
were overturned last year...

because of tainted evidence.
The retrial's next week.

The Marshals' office is strong-arming
Prichard to testify, but he won't.

The file said
it was a shooter that rolled over.

The file was incomplete, remember?

The witness in the file was a shooter.

But he didn't turn
till midway through the trial.

Up to then, Prichard was the only witness.

If they have the shooter,
why do they need him?

The shooter was killed
in prison last year. Retribution.

Prichard's wife was right about him
all along.

He was a guy in the wrong place
at the wrong time...

who decided to do the right thing.

Stand down, guys. We're gonna go in easy.

Martin, you cover the back,
just in case he makes a run for it.

He said you'd be coming.

- You're Greg's mother.
- His name is Peter.

He was a college graduate, a lawyer,
and a good man...

until you people took his life away.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Raymond, I understand.
But we're trying to help.

I hadn't heard from him for 12 years.

Do you have any idea of what that is
for a mother? Twelve years.

And then all of a sudden...

a knock at the door and there he is.

Hi, Ma.

Oh, my God, Peter.

I thought I'd never see you again.

There's someone I want you to meet.

Say hi.

I didn't want her to get hurt.

I couldn't go home.
I had nowhere else to go.

You did the right thing coming here.

- Listen, I need your car.
- Of course.

Sarah must be tearing her hair out.

But you can't call her...

until I've had time to get far enough away.

Twenty-four hours, okay?

This time tomorrow you call her
and you tell her Kyla's safe.

And I love her, okay?

All right, come on, honey.
Let's go outside and talk to Daddy.

Come on.

Grandma?

Grandma, who are all these people?

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. Give the Russian his sun.

That was Danny calling from Sing Sing.

There is a hit on Prichard.

What do we do now?

All right, thanks.
Go ahead and send that out. What's up?

According to the Russian
there's a hit out on him...

but it didn't go out
until the day after Greg took off.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- I know.

I thought the mob was onto him,
that's why he ran.

Apparently not. I bet you
the mob didn't even know he was alive...

until they saw his picture on TV.

We know the Marshals
were pressuring him...

he was moving his money around
and getting ready.

So why does this guy take off
before he's finished...

and expose himself like that?

- I don't get it.
- Neither do I.

Kyla's safe.

She is? Where is she?

On her way to the FBI office.
I can take you there right now.

- What about Greg?
- We don't know.

- Where'd they find her?
- At his mother's.

His mother?

- So that's it?
- Yeah, it's the Marshals' case now.

- Mommy!
- Mommy's here.

I'm Peter's mother.

Excuse me.

We need to speak to you.

Just tell them
everything you told me, sweetheart.

We were going to the store because I like
to play with the buttons before school.

Daddy!

Get down.

He told me to lie down on the floor...

and that we were playing hide-and-go-seek
with the men in the coats.

Please help us. We need to find him.

Mrs. Prichard,
your husband hasn't broken any laws.

He's free to come and go as he pleases.

Excuse me.

I need to speak to the girl.

Actually, we're taking her statement
right now.

It'll be a few hours.

Don't be stupid, Jack.
You got the girl, now back off.

You back off, you ambitious bastard.
You think I don't know what's going on?

Prichard refused to testify.

You got pressure
from the US Attorney's office.

You dressed two of your own men
to make it look like a hit.

You thought he'd come to you begging
for protection, but it backfired, didn't it?

Those two murderers are gonna walk
if he doesn't testify.

You know what?

Now he really has a hit on him.

What did you think was gonna happen
with his face all over the news?

We were just trying to do
what was right, Jack.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

What else did he say, sweetie?

He said everything would be okay.

Are you leaving me?

I have to, pumpkin.
I have to so bad men can't hurt us.

It's the only way
I can protect you and Mommy.

Are the bad men gonna get you?

No, baby. I'm gonna be okay.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna start a baseball team
with the Eskimos.

- The Eskimos?
- Yeah.

Haven't you ever seen
an Eskimo play baseball?

Alaska. He loves Alaska.

We got a charge
on his mother's credit card.

A sporting goods store in Seattle.

Please.

What did he buy?

A pair of boots, long underwear, socks,
and a fishing jacket.

Check. Okay.

Yeah, I got him.

They spotted him on the north dock.
Let's go.

Mr. Prichard, FBI.

Just leave me alone.

Your wife knows everything.
She wants to talk to you.

I need to go
as far away from them as I can.

I can't put them in harm's way
another moment.

I don't want them living
looking over their shoulders.

Don't you think Sarah should decide
what she wants?

You're trying to manipulate me
into testifying.

We're in no position to tell you what to do
on that count. That's your decision.

So you're just here on her behalf?

We can help.

The retrial
for the infamous Gregorian slayings...

concluded through a final testimony....

...for the Gregorian murder trial
has adjourned for the day.

Sources inside say that the case
has taken a sudden turn....

... were connected to organized crime.

...previously unknown eyewitness
to the shootings.

On the roof!

Go!

I'm so sorry.

- Do you mind if I borrow her for a minute?
- No.

Come on, sweetie.

Your father asked me
to give you something.

- But you have to keep it a secret.
- Okay.

I mean it. It's a very big secret.

Okay. Now this...

is an e-mail address.
You know what an e-mail address is for?

- To talk on the computer.
- That's right.

You can talk to your daddy with this.
Can you read it?

- "Eskimo225."
- Right.

Now put this in your pocket, okay.
Here you go.

And your mom can help you
with that, okay?

How long till it's safe?

At least a year.

It looks like you're finally
gonna get to see the midnight sun.