frantically. the car suddenly stops, backs up, races down the ramp and out of the garage. but why? alarmed, the nursing instructor calls the police. and the next morning, 400 miles south in san diego, michelle s cousin christine was awakened by a text from michelle s former boyfriend. he messages me, he goes, hey, just to let you know, we don t know where michelle is, have you heard from her, try calling her. i looked at his message and said, gosh, what did michelle do this time? she s usually out having fun. she s fun loving person? yeah, she s always out with her friends. and getting lost sometimes. i honestly didn t think much of it at the time. i read the message and i like rolled over back in bed. michelle, after all, could look after herself, had been looking out for christine for years. she was just 26 but seemed somehow older than that. the eldest of a clan of 15
electronic eyes. they follow us almost everywhere. and the weird fractured personal diary they write remains forever. of course, it s meaningless, most of it. meaningful, that is, until it s not. until it s terrifying. the san francisco bay, may 27th, 2011. 6:55 p.m. a young nursing student named michelle le walks across a foot bridge to her parking lot. she is not supposed to be here. for reasons unknown and without permission, she has left her post at the hospital. she walks to her honda crv, just out of camera range. 7:17 p.m., here is michelle s honda leaving the garage.
and michelle were taken in by krystine s family. she told me a story about how, after her mom passed away, she didn t even know what to do at first until she saw michael in the garage holding something of his mom s and crying. she told me you know, that was the time i knew it was time to be, you know, a big sister and be a mother figure for him. reporter: overcome her own sense of loss yeah. reporter: save this boy? oh, yeah. so you couldn t even tell she was having any trouble. she made a sort of commitment to between her and i that she would look out for me. reporter: but not just michael. michelle also kept watch over krystine. she was like my older sister. she dressed me. she helped tweeze my eyebrows. she taught me how to do makeup. reporter: taught you about boys? yeah, we talked about boys all the time. she helped me write my first love letter. oh, my gosh.
the car suddenly stops, backs up, races down the ramp and out of the garage. but why? alarmed, the nursing instructor calls the police. and the next morning, 400 miles south in san diego, michelle s cousin christine was awakened by a text from michelle s former boyfriend. he messages me, he goes, hey, just to let you know, we don t know where michelle is, have you heard from her, try calling her. i looked at his message and said, gosh, what did michelle do this time? she s usually out having fun. she s fun loving person? yeah, she s always out with her friends. and getting lost sometimes. we thought i honestly didn t think much of it at the time. i read the message and i like rolled over back in bed. michelle, after all, could look after herself, had been looking out for christine for years. she was just 26 but seemed somehow older than that.
story of how she went out to the garage looking for michelle. she said she saw what matched the car s description just taking off. and suddenly it wasn t a game anymore, it wasn t something you could excuse. by then christine was calling michelle s cellphone. she didn t pick up. that s when i had this feeling where something might have been wrong. after she didn t pick up a few times. at 9:30 a.m., 12 hours after michelle was reported missing, police found her car. it was parked outside this apartment building just a few blocks from the hospital where michelle was last seen. odd. hayward police inspector frazier richie was called in to have a look. the car was locked. it was secured. that s why we believe michelle was possibly somewhere around here. we had no clue where to start looking. what could be seen through the tinted windows looked fine, as if michelle left the car here herself all morning. a flurry of worried phone calls