After checking the beds for Digger, how does the speaker feel?

Choices:
A. Worried
B. Reassured
C. not enough information
D. Hopeful
Worried
Mr. Drake hurried into the trailer, and Ethorne, Gwenny, Johnny Tepes, and I looked up as Mrs. DeLyon followed him. He looked at me. "Where would Digger go?"
I shrugged and blinked. The question made no sense; Digger would not go anywhere. When he slept, he slept for ten hours. You could toss him around like a sack of potatoes, and he would not wake up. With one exception. "Bathroom?"
Mrs. DeLyon shook her head. "No."
Mr. Drake said, "And he's not in any of the beds. We looked in all three."
Mrs. DeLyon said, "And under them. And I called for him. He wouldn't hide from me, would he?"
I shook my head. Ethorne got up, went to the door, and shouted, "Digger! Where is you, Digger-boy? You don't need to hide no more. Everything's fine now!"
The dogs barked in response, but no person answered.
Mrs. DeLyon said, "Call Dr. Lamont. Maybe Susan put him in the backseat and forgot to tell us."
Mr. Drake's voice held as little hope for that as Mrs. DeLyon's, but he said, "All right."
Mrs. DeLyon said, "We'll get Chris to bed in the meantime."
"I'm in charge," I said.
Ethorne said, "When there's nothing you can do, you might as well sleep. Save your strength for when you need it."
Mrs. DeLyon said, "Don't worry. At least one of us will stay in the trailer until your folks get back."
Gwenny said, "C'mon, boyfriend. I'll see you to your bed."
I said, "I can go by myself."
Gwenny looked at Mrs. DeLyon, then at Johnny Tepes. "Well, that's a blow to a girl's ego."
They smiled without much humor, and Mr. Drake hung up the phone.
Ethorne said, "What is it?"
Mr. Drake said, "Let's get Chris to bed first."
I stood and went to the door. "G'night."