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 The first thing was the color. Not the wrongness of it, not the absence of the sun, but the color. The sky had the deep, bruised peach of a late summer sunset, the kind that bleeds into violet at the edges and makes the world feel like it’s holding its breath. It was the color of endings, of long shadows and cooling asphalt, of the moment just before the streetlights flicker on. But it was noon. The sun, which should have been a white-hot pinprick in the center of that vast blue dome, was simply gone. Erased. Not behind a cloud, not in eclipse, just… absent. The light came from everywhere and nowhere, a diffuse, sourceless glow that painted the world in the tones of a dying day.

He first noticed it from the driver’s seat of his sedan, a nondescript grey vehicle eating up the miles of I-70. The highway stretched before him, a black ribbon cutting through the endless green and gold of a Kansas summer. He’d been driving for hours, lulled by the rhythm of the road, the steady hum of the engine, the hypnotic repetition of the dashed white lines. His mind was a blank, a welcome emptiness after a week of noise and demands. And then his gaze drifted upward, and the emptiness was filled with a question so profound it stopped his heart for a single, silent beat.

The clouds were there, sure. They were the puffy, fair-weather cumulus of a perfect afternoon, but they were lit from below, their underbellies glowing with the soft rose and amber of a sunset that wasn't happening. And hanging from them, like silver ornaments on a strange, inverted Christmas tree, were the threads. He squinted, his mind struggling to categorize what his eyes were seeing. There were maybe half a dozen of them, scattered across the sky. They were impossibly thin, shimmering filaments of silver light, spiraling vertically. They looked like tiny, delicate tornadoes, spun from spun glass and moonlight, their funnels twisting with a slow, silent grace. They were interwoven, randomly, chaotically, yet they held a form that was almost architectural. They were beautiful, in a way that felt alien and cold. He’d never seen anything like them. He felt a prickle of unease, the first cold drop of water before the storm.

He tried to tell himself it was a trick of the light, some bizarre atmospheric phenomenon. Sundogs, maybe? No, these were vertical. Light pillars? The conditions were wrong. He was a rational man, a man who fixed problems and balanced budgets, a man who believed in the tangible world. But the silver threads defied his reason. They hung there, silent and impossible, and he felt a deep, primal part of his brain begin to stir, the part that remembered stories of dragons and gods and things that lived in the spaces between the stars.

He drove faster, his foot pressing down on the accelerator as if he could outrun the strangeness above him. The engine whined in protest, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get to the next town, to see other people, to have his reality validated by their mundane, unlooking eyes. But as he crested a gentle rise, the world changed again.

It started as a faint line, a hairline crack in the ceramic bowl of the sky. He blinked, rubbed his eyes. It was still there. A straight, rigid, horizontal split. It was geometrically perfect, a razor-thin slice of darkness that separated the world into two halves. The entire side of the sky, from horizon to horizon, had a shelf. Or maybe a fracture. It was as if the sky were a painted backdrop, and someone had just taken a knife to it. There was no depth to the line, just a flat, absolute blackness that was more than an absence of light; it was an absence of everything.

People were pulling over. He saw a minivan with a family inside, its brake lights glowing red as it eased onto the shoulder. A trucker stood by his rig, mouth agape, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. A woman in a convertible had her phone out, filming, her face a mask of confused wonder. They were all looking up, their petty human journeys paused by the cosmic drama unfolding above. It was a shared moment of awe, a collective intake of breath. But he didn't stop. He drove faster. He didn't want to share it. He wanted to escape it. He didn't know why, but he felt a growing certainty that whatever was happening was a prelude, an opening act for something far more terrifying.

And then, in an instant, the ships appeared.

There was no arrival, no sound, no flash of light. They simply were. They began as smudges, blurry like a black smoky mirage way up in the space part of the top, in the darkest blue where the atmosphere thinned to nothing. They shimmered there for a moment, their forms indistinct, their presence a queasy wrongness at the edge of perception. But then they shimmered *down*, at a speed that didn't register, that bypassed the optic nerve and stabbed directly into the brain. And then they came into sharp, unreal focus.

They were massive. Not mountain-sized, not city-sized, but something beyond. They were so large they didn't seem to occupy space so much as define it, creating a new horizon in the middle of the sky. They were modern—no, beyond even futuristic. They were nearly ancient in a way that was yet to come, as if they had been built by a civilization that had already lived, died, and been reborn a thousand times. Their technology and their form were blended seamlessly, like nothing on Earth. There were no visible seams, no thrusters, no windows. The material was a dark, matte grey, the color of a storm cloud at midnight, and it seemed to absorb light. Their shapes were brutalist, angular, immense. They looked like skyscrapers designed by a mad god, bundled together and sent up a river for the gods of giants. They were megalithic, monolithic, a sideways architecture of cold, geometric power.

They slowed as they got into the sky part, the part with the fracture, descending with the lazy, inexorable grace of sloths. They were so vast that their descent seemed to take minutes, their shadows sweeping across the plains below, turning day to dusk in a single, silent, terrifying moment. They filled the space between the fracture and the horizon, a fleet of leviathans moving with a purpose that was both unthinking and immensely deliberate. The air grew heavy, thick with a pressure that had nothing to do with weather. It was the pressure of presence.

By then, time distorted. It frayed at the edges, unraveled in the cells of humans. Minutes felt like hours, seconds stretched into an eternity of dreadful anticipation. A man on the shoulder of the road, a farmer in a dusty truck, watched his own hand rise to his face in a motion that seemed to take a full year. He saw the lines on his skin, the dirt under his nails, the tiny, impossible complexity of his own existence, all in the span of a single, prolonged heartbeat. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for it, for his own fragile, fleeting humanity. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for everything, a love so vast and sudden it felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the world, for the sky, for the ships above. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the space between things, for the silence between words, for the emptiness between stars. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the unknown, for the future, for the past. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the present, for this moment, for this body, for this breath. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for himself, for his own smallness, for his own insignificance, for his own, brief, brilliant spark of consciousness in an immense and uncaring cosmos. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the ships, for their builders, for their purpose, for their alien, unknowable minds. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for the light, for the dark, for the fracture, for the threads, for the color, for the absence of the sun, for the presence of the clouds, for the warmth of the sun, for the cool of the night, for the taste of water, for the smell of rain, for the sound of wind, for the feel of earth, for the sight of stars, for the thought of death, for the hope of life, for the pain of loss, for the joy of finding, for the ache of longing, for the comfort of home, for the thrill of adventure, for the peace of stillness, for the chaos of motion, for the beauty of destruction, for the horror of creation, for the mystery of it all. He felt a profound, sorrowful love for everything, and then the moment passed.

The ships blocked out most of the sky. They were a ceiling of dark, geometric metal, a new firmament for a new world. Star-lit twinkling borders framed whatever this was. Not stars, but something else, some kind of energy field, some kind of boundary, some kind of cage. It was beautiful and terrifying, a framing device for the end of everything.

And then the anomalies began.

They were not announced. They were not explained. They simply were. The fabric of reality, already stretched thin by the appearance of the ships, began to fray. He saw it first on a rural road in Kansas, a place he’d passed just an hour before. An elephant, then another, then a whole herd of them, massive and grey, trumpeting silently in the strange, dead light, crossing a two-lane highway as if it were the Serengeti. Their feet kicked up dust, their ears flapped, their trunks swung. They were perfectly, beautifully real, and utterly, impossibly out of place. He saw them from a distance, a small knot of slow-moving giants on a black road, and his mind simply refused to process it. He looked away, and when he looked back, they were gone.

In suburban Ohio, a woman looked out her kitchen window and saw a tiger lounging in the top of a pussy willow tree. It was an orange-and-black blaze against the delicate, silver-green catkins. It was a predator in a fairy tale. It was a painting by a madman. She dropped her coffee cup. It shattered on the floor, a spray of white ceramic and dark brown liquid. She didn’t notice. She just stared, her hand over her mouth.

On a coastal beach, a man walked his dog and found a grove of redwoods standing behind piles of pink salt. The trees were ancient, their trunks wider than his car, their bark a deep, rough red. The salt was the color of Himalayan rock, crystalizing in the humid air. It was a landscape born of a collision between two different dreams, a surrealist masterpiece painted on the canvas of reality.

In the rolling hills where windmill farms turned, their white blades slicing the air, there were now cliffs. Sheer, granite cliffs, hundreds of feet high, dropping into a void that was not there before. The windmills stood on the edge, their blades still turning, but now they were turbines at the edge of the world, harvesting the wind from the mouth of an abyss.

Everything had a hint of backwards to it. Something off or wrong in anything that caught your attention. A dog barking didn’t sound like a dog; it sounded like the memory of a dog, a sound played on a broken tape. A child laughing had an echo that was a beat out of sync. The light on a maple leaf was the wrong shade of green, a color you’d seen in a dream but never in the waking world. The smell of rain was there, but it smelled of dust and old books. The world was a copy of a copy, a degraded image, a dream that someone else was having.

But people mostly were preoccupied with the line in the sky, the fracture, and the city-sized motherships. The anomalies were registered, acknowledged with a quick, nervous glance, and then dismissed. They were too much to process, too big to fit into any known framework. The human mind, faced with the truly incomprehensible, does not shatter. It simply narrows its focus. It picks the biggest, most obvious threat, and it stares. It’s a survival mechanism, a way to keep from drowning in the cosmic absurdity of it all.

They stood in the fields, on the highways, on their rooftops, and they watched. The ships were a dark, geometric ceiling, a new and permanent sky. The silver threads, whatever they were, had become the stars of this new night. The fracture was the horizon. And the anomalies were just weather, just weird, local phenomena that didn't bear thinking about. The elephant was a hallucination. The tiger was a trick of the light. The redwoods were a movie set. They had to be.

But he knew. He was driving still, though he didn't know where. The road was just a direction, a vector in a world without geography. He felt a cold certainty in his gut. This was not an invasion. There was no message, no demand, no attack. This was a renovation. The ships were not here to conquer. They were here to build. The threads were not weapons; they were anchors. The fracture was not a wound; it was a doorway. And the anomalies were not random. They were a test, a calibration, a poll of the planet's subconscious. The world was being remodeled, and the new owners had just arrived to take measurements.

He drove on, under the dark, geometric sky, through a world where the past and the future were bleeding into the present, where the laws of physics were suggestions and the laws of dream were absolute. He drove past another anomaly, a flock of penguins waddling across a wheat field, and he didn't even blink. He just drove, a single, small, warm consciousness in a vast, cold, beautiful, and terrifying new universe. The sun was gone. The sky was a sunset. And the world was no longer his.

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Nobody sees what happened to him and he stays behind and doesn't ask for his phone. >> On Friday, July 3rd, 18-year-old Nolan Wells cooked dinner for his parents before leaving for a friend's house to spend the night. Nolan said, "Hey, Mom. I'm about to go. I love you." He gave her a hug and a kiss, and he left. The next day, Nolan headed out for a Fourth of July boating trip with friends. It was supposed to be one of those easy summer days. Sun, water, music, a memory before life picked up again. But by the end of the day, Nolan didn't come home. His friends did, but Nolan did not. Two days later, on July 6th, a National Park Service ranger found a body near the northwest shore of Horn Island. It was Nolan. What should have been a simple holiday outing immediately unraveled into a mess of contradictions, timelines that continue to change, missing vital details, and a family most importantly who refuses to accept accidental drowning as the explanation for their son's death. And Hidden True Crime, we're listening. We hear them. And we have done what we always do. We have gone deep deep into investigating looking at all of the available facts and evidence and what we have found is I it's riveting and it is nothing that we expected. My name is Lauren Matias and this is Hidden True Crime. Authorities initially said they did not see signs of foul play and that drowning seemed likely, but Nolan's family, they didn't buy it. They want to know why he was left behind, why his phone and his keys ended up back on Sher without him. why the timeline has kept changing again and again and how a healthy young athlete who knew how to swim vanished on an island packed with hundreds of people to understand why his family has pushed back so strongly. You have to understand who Nolan was. He wasn't aimless or reckless. He wasn't drifting through life like many teenagers might. Nolan Nolan was born on October 24th, 2002 and raised in Ocean Springs, Mississippi. Nolan Xavier Wells was a son. He was a brother. He was a teammate, a friend, and a young man with a lot of future plans. His family has described him as a kind soul and a born people person, someone who loved everyone. Out of all six siblings, everyone in the family agrees that Nolan had the best sense of humor. Growing up, he was extremely athletic. Nolan played football, he played baseball, basketball, and he was really good at swimming, too. Yeah. After having taken lessons at the YMCA, after high school, he played wide receiver at Southwest Mississippi Community College, and his coaches described him as humble, hardworking, and the kind of player every coach hopes to have. His high school principal, Dr. Jacob Dykes, said Nolan left a lasting impression on everyone around him. His family said he lifted people up. He encouraged others. He brought positivity wherever he went. He had goals. He had direction. He had people who really loved him and relied on him, which is part of why his family has struggled with the idea that he would just casually put himself in danger. and the place where Nolan disappeared. Let's talk about that. That's just as important to this story. So, Horn Island is a remote barrier island 10 miles off the Mississippi Gulf Coast. It's part of the Gulf Islands National Seashore. There are no houses. There are no stores. There's no staff. There's no drinking water, no shelters, and definitely no cell service. It's just heat, sand, water, and whatever you brought with you. On a normal day, it's quiet. But on the 4th of July, it is packed. Or at least it was this Fourth of July. Hundreds of people. Some estimates say around 300 anchored boats offshore, drank, swam, and celebrated the holiday. Nolan was there with people he trusted, friends he had known since freshman year. And one of them was Trac Shepard. Another was Javvon Williams, one of Nolan's closest friends. And Jayvon was supposed to ride with Nolan. But the boat, which belonged to another friend named Wyatt Pyon, it filled up before he could get on. So he ended up riding separately and arriving later. GPS records show that Nolan's group's boat had left its mainland dock at approximately 9:56 a.m. So almost 10:00 a.m. and reached Horn Island at 11:14 a.m. And when they arrived, they anchored offshore and waited through the water to reach the beach. According to Trac, many people on the island were drinking. That that included Nolan and others in their group. At some point, Nolan met a girl named Katie McCormack. While everyone agrees on this part, Nolan was alive on the island hanging out with Katie, wearing blue swim trunks and glasses and no shirt. And after that, the timeline, well, it begins to fall apart. One detail that exploded online was that Nolan left his phone on the boat. People questioned why an 18-year-old, especially one who had just met someone new, would leave his phone behind, right? But locals, again, they said that this was common on Horn Island because phones get ruined or lost in the water. And again, no cell service. Still, the phone became symbolic because while the phone came home, Nolan did not. The sheriff said that Nolan was last seen around 300 p.m. But Javvon said he saw Nolan around 400 p.m. Jayvon said that Nolan greeted him immediately when he arrived. They they hung out and then Nolan went back to Katie. So the first question for me becomes, was Nolan last seen at 300 p.m. 400 p.m. or some other time entirely? because investigators were still trying to stitch those hours together. According to Nolan's friends, when they decided to leave, Nolan said he would get a ride back later, and they assumed that's what happened. But that assumption did not last long because around 11 p.m. a friend of Nolan's contacted the Coast Guard. We don't know what was said during that 11 p.m. call with the Coast Guard. And all the agency has said so far was that at that point they didn't require Coast Guard assistance, which I think is really interesting. But at 11:07 p.m., Nolan's mother, Christine Wsley, received a call saying that Nolan stayed behind with a girl named Katie and that Katie was also missing. Though nobody seemed to actually know who Katie even was. Christine said the explanation immediately left her confused because she was told that Nolan wanted to stay and hang out with Katie. Yet at the same time, nobody seemed to know who Katie was or where she had gone. And so for her, for Christine, that was the first moment the story cracked. And then around midnight, Christine made calls to local law enforcement. There was some jurisdiction confusion at first, right? But after doing some back and forth between different agencies, the Jackson County Sheriff's Office opened a report. And later that night, Nolan's parents met a deputy in a McDonald's parking lot and told them everything that they knew at the time. The search quickly began. Nolan's family contacted the United Cinjun Navy, who joined the effort, and Nolan's father, Elmore Wsley, went to the island by boat with Nolan's football coach to search for his son. At 12:26 p.m., Coast Guard Sector Mobile said it received a request for assistance from the Jackson County Sheriff's Office for help. At 12:31 p.m., the sheriff's office issued a press release saying it was searching for Nolan Xavier Wilds, described as an 18-year-old black male, approximately 6'1 and weighing approximately 180 lbs. Weather slowed things down the first day, but by the next morning, helicopters were scanning from above and boats were sweeping the water. They found nothing. One of the things that I have learned while giving our studios a glow up is that a single well-made piece completely changes how a room feels. 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To claim, visit article.com/hidden and the discount will be automatically applied at checkout. That's article.com/hidden for $50 off your first purchase of $100 or more. And then on July 6th at 8:45 a.m., a ranger found a body on the stretch of shoreline search crews had already passed through. Nolan's family was asked to come to the Lake Mars boat launch where they were met by Sheriff Led Batter and coroner Bruce Lind. And just after 11:00 a.m., the family was taken into the coroner's office to identify the body. At around 1:00 p.m., Nolan's mother posted on Facebook confirming that Nolan, her son, was the person that was found on Horn Island and that he was dead. Nolan's grandfather, Christopher Wells Jr., he wrote, "Too many unanswered questions. How can an island that was searched yesterday produce my grandson's body this morning? There's nothing right about this. Nolan Xavier Wells deserve the same things that people he knew and associated with will enjoy in life." End quote. Too many unanswered questions. That's exactly how it felt. So Brian Tracer, he's the vice president of the United Cajun Navy, offered one explanation that Nolan's body may have moved with a current and washed ashore after surge crews passed through. He said, quote, "My belief is he just washed up within that time period period because we were flying a long grid north and south." End quote. But Nolan's family, they wanted more than maybe. And I don't blame them. This is their son. Do you think there's a possibility that your son drowned accidentally? >> Honestly, because of the way the stories are just so inconsistent and how that day went, it's just, you know, we can't say for sure >> and I I don't honestly I don't know how to answer that. >> No. >> Early on, Sheriff Led Better said that investigators weren't seeing evidence of foul play. the initial theory was drowning, but they were waiting for autopsy and toxicology results. And he urged everyone to be patient, saying, quote, "I think it's important we don't put ourselves on a timetable, that we don't rush ourselves, but I do think it's important to be diligent in gathering all of the facts. That's what the family deserves." End quote. Amen, Sheriff. >> Number one, give the family space and time. they are still processing this tragic event and and all of Nolan's close friends. I'll assure you that the Jackson County Sheriff's Office, we're looking at this this whole case just like we would any other case and and we're going to be as thorough as we can. He also addressed the flood of online rumors saying, quote, "A lot of people are calling here to report what they saw or read on social media, and it is not firsthand knowledge. What we have to go on in an original investigation is original documentation and firsthand knowledge." So investigators, they specifically requested original photos and original videos from July 4th, especially from the northwest area where Nolan was found because metadata could help establish a timeline, right? And one piece of footage became a major focus. A viral video showing an argument on Horn Island around the time Nolan disappeared. The clip reportedly taken around 4:01 p.m. shows a group gathered near the shoreline. Voices can be heard yelling. People online, they began enhancing the audio, slowing the footage, analyzing every second. Some claim they heard a young man shouting, "Give me my freaking phone." And then, "What are you doing?" Take a listen to this video. >> [music] >> And because Nolan's phone returned to shore without him. Many people jump to the conclusion that the voice belonged to Nolan. But did this footage capture Nolan's final moments? Did a prove that there had been an altercation that investigators were not acknowledging? Well, days later, Trac Shepard came forward and said no. He went on Good Morning America evening even. Yeah. And Trac said, "That's me yelling." Trac said that the tension started while he and his girlfriend were arguing in waist deep water off the island. And according to him, a man who wasn't part of their group stepped into the middle of a disagreement, which only made things worse. Trac said, quote, I told him he needed to mind his own business. Well, the situation escalated enough that his uncle reportedly told him to get back on their boat so they could leave the area. And even then, Tracon admitted that he still wanted to continue the confrontation while his friends stayed on the beach. He said that at that point, another adult on a nearby boat started filming, capturing the footage. Trac added, quote, "I wanted to fight and I and I had felt like I hadn't had my fair share." Interesting quote. His version of events was backed up by his girlfriend. It was backed up by his uncle and a family friend who all said that they witnessed the incident. That friend told Rolling Stone, quote, "He wanted to get off the boat and go fight the dude who he got into it with. Nobody knows what Tristan was saying better than me because he was screaming it in my face." End quote. Well, Javon Williams also commented on the video saying that altercation, it sounded just like my other friend who got into another altercation on the boat. As he was in that altercation, I was trying to calm him down. They were trying to get him out off the island trying to get him back to land because he was just losing it. The parents on that boat were trying to get him out. He also said this on TMZ. Take a listen. >> It probably was around I want to say around like 100 people. Like everyone from Horn Island that everyone at Horn Island like that live on the coast were there pretty much. Obviously it was older people. It was a lot of people there like honestly. But I seen Nolan whenever I had got out there around I got around out there around 11:00. I had walked down to their boat. I had seen them and it was like a whole bunch of people. I didn't expect it. So I seen Nolan. As soon as I seen Nolan, he's like, "Hey, bro. What you doing?" Like, "I love you, dog. I love you." And then we were just hanging out, you know, chilling, just having a good time. And then so around, I want to say around 3:40, 4:00, an altercation like had happened between one of my other friends. I don't want to say his name, but he had got an altercation. So I went and checked on him for about 20 minutes. 20 to 15 minutes. I came back. Nolan's boat and the people that he were with were gone. But the thing about the two boats that I said, there were two boats tied up. So therefore, I didn't know which boat Nolan exactly was on because they were both tied up. >> Well, Trac said that the friend Javvon was referring to was him. And in the interview, Trac also said again that Nolan stayed behind because he was wanting to spend more time with Katie, insisting there was no drama, there was no fight. It was a teenager interested in a girl that he was meeting on a holiday and a summer of day of boating. He said Nolan planned to catch a ride back later. And investigators said multiple witnesses back that up. But Nolan's family, they didn't believe it. They don't believe it. His father Elmore said, "We always taught him that if you go with five, you come back with five. Safety is in numbers." He had too much at stake. He had a plan for his life. He knew what he wanted to do. He knew what he had to do come that following Monday, which was to get down to business so he can get his future started. So, for someone to tell me that Nolan, my son, decided to stay on the island to chase a girl, no one is going to get me to believe that." End quote. Wow. And because the story didn't line up in their eyes, Nolan's family brought in civil rights attorney Benjamin Crump. Crump's involvement brought even more scrutiny. He made it clear the family was not satisfied with waiting for the investigation to run its course. They wanted their own experts examining the evidence. Grump began pointing to inconsistencies starting with Katie. According to him, Katie told investigators that Nolan said he was going back to meet up with his friends and get back on their boat. The friends reportedly told investigators the opposite, that Nolan had told them he planned to stay behind with Katie. Crump said, quote, "The fact that you have the young lady who said that Nolan said he was going to get back on the boat with the boys and then the boys said no. Nolan told them that he was going to stay with the girl." Which one is it? Somebody Someone must not be telling the truth. So, who is it? For Nolan's family, this is not a minor discrepancy. It is central. Nolan, if he intended to get back on the boat with his friends, then when and how did they become separated? But if he truly planned to stay behind, why would he willingly stay on a remote island without his cell phone? Teenagers do not leave their cell phones around. Trump repeatedly returned to that point asking, "What 18-year-old teenager says, "Hey, I'm gonna stay behind on the island and doesn't ask for their cell phone." >> Teenagers love their phones. And two, that's his means of communication. Um, if something happens, you need your phone. >> There are hundreds of people on that island. Nobody sees what happened to him and he stays behind and doesn't ask for his phone. As a family continued looking for answers, they raised additional concern about Nolan's belongings. His car had been left parked at one of his friends homes. His phone was no longer with him, and according to the family, neither his phone nor his car keys were voluntarily returned right away. They said that they had to track down the phone themselves using a monitoring app. Reverend Al Sharpton, who has been supporting the family, said they didn't voluntarily tell her they had his phone. They didn't voluntarily say they had the keys. So, if they had not been tracked down, we don't know if they would have ever known where it was. Some of this doesn't make sense." End quote. So, when Christine finally got Nolan's phone, she noticed something immediately. no Snapchat activity. His mom knew something was up. His mom said it isn't even 24 hours, which is how long videos and pictures stay in Snapchat. I've seen Nolan wherever he snaps. When he goes and he's having fun, he does videos. There was absolutely nothing. And a mama knows. I believe her. The family also said the phone's location data did not match the timeline. And Crump later said the family believed messages may have been deleted before they recovered the phone. He said, quote, "It is very implausible that Nolan would have not wanted his cell phone with him if he was going to stay on the island." There are so many inconsistencies going on because the phone could contain valuable evidence, right? The family wanted independent experts to examine it before turning it over to investigators. Sheriff Led Better confirmed that detectives had requested the phone andrum said that the family intended to cooperate, but first they wanted their own forensic experts to review it. The DA later agreed to a joint forensic examination, allowing investigators and the family's experts to review the device together. Meanwhile, investigators continued interviewing everyone involved. Dr. John and I have talked about how people are actually usually kinder to themselves when it comes to physical health than mental health. Like if if your knee hurts, you might not think twice about seeing a doctor. 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Several of Nolan's friends retained attorneys, and authorities said the friends and Katie were cooperating. At a press conference on July 10th, Nolan's mother said, "One of the things that troubled her the most was how quickly the possibility of accidental drowning entered the conversation." Just like that, all of a sudden, just accidental drowning. She said, "I do absolutely respect law enforcement." She made that clear. I absolutely respect law enforcement. Is what she said. But she also said, quote, "The accidental drowning thing, it made both me and his father uncomfortable. Why are we so quick to rush to this?" End quote. She said the family, they want transparency, not conflict, right? Transparency. Give them transparency. Sheriff Led Better said investigators were following every lead and waiting for autopsy and toxicology results. I am waiting for them, too. He said, quote, "We're working toward the same goal as the family. We want a thorough investigation. That's what we're going to continue to do until we arrive at the answers that the family deserves." And while detectives continued saying that they had not uncovered evidence pointing to foul play, Nolan's family believes that there are too many inconsistencies to accept that conclusion without independent experts examining every single piece of evidence. And the controversy surrounding the phone and the argument video weren't the only things fueling speculation. Yeah, there's more. Around the same time, another image began circulating online. So, in this image, it's a photograph showing Nolan with a group of people at what appears to be a pool party. It had been posted on July 5th, the day after Nolan disappeared. Rumors spread that the photo proved that Nolan had made it back to the mainland alive. Yeah. Trump even reposts the image, writing, quote, "Now listen, I don't know if these are facts or rumors because no official statements have been confirmed," "We sometimes have to follow all clues until the truth is found." End quote. But the theory, it spread quickly. Once online, you can't keep these things small. But it soon fell apart because Treyston told Rolling Stone that the photo the photo had nothing to do with the Fourth of July weekend. It had been taken more than a week earlier on June 27th during a pool party. It had simply been uploaded on July 5th. Rolling Stone, they actually reviewed metadata and spoke with multiple people who attended the June gathering. They obtained additional photos from that night, all supporting the same conclusion. Trac identified the people in the photos, including Nolan, and called the rumor unbelievable and heartbreaking. For Nolan's family, every false lead meant more emotional whiplash. Every rumor has raised hopes only to collapse every time that hope is given to them. So investigators while they are working through more information, the family, Nolan's family has been becoming increasingly convinced that they cannot rely solely on the official investigation. At a July 10th press conference, Nolan's parents said they wanted to change the conversation. They didn't want the conversation to be about rumors any longer. They wanted it to be about the questions that they still believed have not been answered. Benjamin Trump stood beside Nolan's parents and announced that the family would be pursuing an independent autopsy in Washington DC funded by former NFL quarterback Colin Kaepernick who had quietly stepped in to help Nolan's family. Crump said the family wanted a second examination performed by a pathologist of their choosing, someone who could look at Nolan's injuries and toxicology results without the constraints of the official investigation. Tyler Perry had also reached out offering to cover Nolan's funeral expenses so the family could focus on grieving rather than worrying about the financial burden of laying their beloved 18-year-old son to rest. their son with an entire future ahead of him. It's been really touching to see the support and love Nolan's parents have been receiving. Support has been pouring in from across the country from people who have never met Nolan and never met him but felt compelled by sort of these unanswered questions and these grieving parents and the mystery surrounding his death. A GoFundMe was created to help with funeral and memorial costs, and it has already [clears throat] raised hundreds of thousands of dollars, which really reflects how deeply Nolan's story has resonated with strangers who saw themselves or saw their children or saw their communities or villages in this tragedy. and of course Nolan's loved ones. They are struggling immensely. Along with several photos of the of the two having fun and growing up together, Javvon and and Nolan. Jayvon Williams posted quote, "Oh boy, where do I even start? Nolan, you were truly a blessing in my life, man. From the day I met you since we were kids, we just clicked. You always took me under your wing and showed me what a true friendship and brotherhood should be. I'm missing you more than anything, man. You never failed to pick me up if I was feeling down. You always put a smile on my face or made me laugh. You are someone that everyone would want to be around. You are such a blessing. I'll cherish your memories forever. I'm extremely grateful to have met someone like you. Our friendship is irreplaceable. I love you so much, man. It hurts so bad knowing I won't be able to speak to you every day. But this isn't a goodbye, brother. This is simply just see you later. I love you, man. Get your rest. I'll do anything to hear your laugh one last time. End quote. Since this story broke, Chancery Court Judge Ashley Cole, whose son was among the group of friends on the island with Nolan that very day, has also come forward to dispel some rumors. Judge Cole made a public Facebook post saying she wanted to clarify what she described as misinformation and provide what she knew about the situation. So she started by expressing sympathy for Nolan's family, saying, "Our family along with the community grieves the loss of Nolan Wells. Our thoughts and prayers are with Nolan's family. Our son Warren loved Nolan dearly." End quote. Cole goes on to say that her son had known Nolan for years and that her family was also mourning Nolan's death. She also addressed rumors involving her decision to temporarily deactivate her Facebook account because some people online questioned why she had removed her profile right after Nolan went missing and thought that that timing was kind of sketchy and suspicious. But Judge Cole explained that the reason she claimed she deleted it is because of the intense attention surrounding the case and because she wanted to protect her children's privacy. Understandable. She wrote, "My husband and I have six children, and we protect their privacy. We do not believe it is appropriate for our minor children's photographs to be circulated throughout the internet, presenting potential threats to their safety." End quote. She also addressed her position as a judge and denied that she or her family had attempted to influence or interfere with the investigation. Cole said neither she nor her husband were on Horn Island at any point on July 4th and denied that anyone in her family had tried to prevent law enforcement from doing their job. But the part of her statement that became most important to the timeline involved the boat. Yeah. According to Judge Cole, the boat carrying Nolan's friends began having problems and started taking on water. She said the group was forced to leave because of concerns about the boat's condition. Well, according to her statement, Nolan chose to stay behind because he was spending time with Katie and planned to return later with another group of friends. So now now there is at least two versions of events about why this group decided to leave. First it was because there was a fight and the parents wanted to get traced in off the island because as Javvon put it, he was losing it. But now it's because the boat was taking on water. So yeah, a lot of discrepancies here and those are all pretty big events that you think everyone would be on board with right away and be able to share right away without any confusion. So why the discrepancies? That's what gets me the most. But I did just see some new reports that at do they do at least corroborate that something was actually wrong with the boat. According to new GPS data obtained through a records request, the group's boat left the island at 4:31 p.m. And then not long after, the group placed a distress call asking for towing assistance. And in the audio obtained from the call, the person driving the boat says, quote, "Hey, we're at the west tip of Horn and our pump stopped working. We're sinking. Can you all please come? I want to get this boat unsync and towed back. And then a dispatcher asks, "And is everybody on board in good health otherwise?" The caller replies, "Yeah, yeah, everybody's on board. >> We're sinking. Can you all please come?" >> And is everybody on board in good health otherwise? >> Yeah. Yeah, everybody's on board. >> The boat was towed for approximately 3 miles and then began traveling at a normal speed again less than an hour later. It returned to the location from which it had originally departed at 5:44 p.m. and later traveled into Fort Bayou before returning to the boat launch at 7:19 p.m. It then traveled over land apparently while being towed by a vehicle to the home of its owners. And so that information does prove that there were problems with the boat and it does at least help narrow down the timeline of when the group left the island. But while Judge Cole and everyone else has reiterated the Katie story, and that Nolan planned to return later with another group, which is it, his parents have continued to say that he would never separate from his friends, especially knowing the dangers of being on the water. They again pointed out that he had football workouts the following week and had plans. And through all of this, the rumors, the false leads, the conflicting statements, I mean, so many conflicting statements, Nolan's family keeps coming back to the same questions. Why did Nolan leave his phone behind? Why? We don't have that answer. Why? Why did his friends return with his belongings but without Nolan? Why? Why? And if Nolan truly planned to return later, who who was he supposed to return with? Those questions became even more complicated because of who? Katie. Because of Katie's account. So, what does Katie have to say about this? Right? I want to know what Katie has to say. Well, Katie Katie says that Nolan told her he was going back to get on the boat with his friends, right? But the friends again say that Nolan told them he was staying with Katie. Both versions cannot be true. Or I guess I mean I guess they could both be true. And then where did Nolan go? Did he did he fib to both of them? I doubt it. Either Nolan intended to stay behind or he intended to leave with the group, right? Is there is there another plan here? I don't know. Someone's account though is wrong. And at this point, the investigation is far from over. Autopsy results, again, they are still pending. Toxicology testing. That has not been completed yet. Witness interviews are ongoing. Digital evidence is still being reviewed. and the case is reportedly going to go before a grand jury where the evidence will be examined under oath. >> We've just had an opportunity to meet with District Attorney Angel McGraph and some members of her team. We had a very respectful meeting. Uh the thing I I assume some of you may know, the thing to announce, she shared with the family that there will be a grand jury that she will turn this case over to once they have uh collected all the information and finished their investigation. Um, we also agreed that we will have a mutual inspection of the cell phone with our experts and their experts. Attorney Eric Herz is helping lead the investigation team uh with former uh law enforcement experts who are going to help us uh with the cell phone download. So everybody will be able to see at the same time uh what the cell phone has. We also uh talked about trying to make sure we dot every eye and cross every tea. I know that we're getting about uh 50 calls a day to 100 calls a day from people who were there on Horn Island, people who are familiar with individuals that were there on Horn Island. And so we continue to be steadfast and trying to get to the truth of why Nolan Wells is dead. This is actually a common step in Mississippi actually when when someone dies under suspicious or sort of unexplained circumstances. The grand jury will review the facts and decide whether there's enough evidence to bring any criminal charges. During Traston's appearance on Good Morning America, he said he wanted people to understand one thing. He said, "We did no wrong here and we don't understand how we're getting so much hate behind us. We all cared and loved Nolan and nobody wanted to see Nolan die. Nobody wanted to see his life be taken so short. End quote. He described the past several days as devastating, not only because he had lost one of his closest friends, but because he believed social media had turned the surviving friends into suspects before investigators had ever reached any conclusions. He said, "I'm tired of speculation, of not being able to talk. It's time for somebody to start speaking up. I'm not just hurting because of Nolan. I'm also hurting because I call my friends and you can hear it in their voice that they are terrified of what these people will do to them. It's gone completely way too far." End quote. Yeah. So when I look at everything that we know so far, which means the timeline or the lack of timeline, it is still a confusing timeline. Was it three or was it four? The boat was allegedly sinking at 4:30, right? the conflicting statements, Katie versus his friends, the the number of unanswered questions keeps mounting without any answers, unanswered questions. So, it's easy to understand why many of us have landed in very different places about what we believe happened to Nolan Wells on Horn Island. And honestly, I don't know what happened. I don't know what happened, but I support Nolan's family. I support their desire to have these unanswered questions answered. I support their confusion and request to be part of the investigation. I also feel for anyone that is innocent in this matter. Any of Nolan's friends that are innocent, I hope they're doing okay with any online attacks and being called witnesses. It's it's just this is just heartbreaking. Some people think this could have been a tragic accident. It it could have been. Again, I'm interested in the toxicology report right there. He was an athlete, but they were drinking. They were celebrating. It was the 4th of July. You know, it becomes more likely when you mix drinking, swimming, and crowds. And I mean, people either not having their phones on them or simply not paying attention to the time can definitely make narrowing down a solid timeline a little bit more difficult. But some of us believe something more nefarious may have happened. something that someone might be trying to cover up, which is why we're talking about Nolan Wells. And then though there are the people who think that the truth is kind of not an either extreme like it might be somewhere between sort of a situation where like little decisions sort of snowballed into something bigger. But I will say this though, while I absolutely believe that Nolan's friend should not be facing threats or bullying while the investigation is still ongoing, I also don't think anyone should stop asking questions. That doesn't mean attacking anyone online. But I think it it means to remain open and wondering and realizing that there's still an investigation and there's still so much to learn. Nolan's family, again, we are listening. Nolan's family, they do. They deserve answers to their questions. They deserve clarity. They deserve transparency. Mostly, they deserve to know what happened to their beloved son who they continually say he had plans. He had a future ahead of him. He was talented. He was handsome. He was athletic. If this does not turn out to be an accident, then Nolan absolutely deserves justice. As his mother Christine put it, quote, "We just want to know what happened and why our baby didn't come home.

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