Finally we sat down and I begged her to contact her family. I assured her that we would take care of her kids, but I asked her how she would feel if it was one of her children that was missing and she didn't know what had happened to them. I was in tears by this time, and she agreed to contact her family and had just left for their home when I woke up.
Elsewhere in that dream or another there was a plane crash. I was looking out my living room window and saw two planes crash into the ground in the same place, with a huge fiery explosion. Don't remember the context of the dream.