Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

"Hmm, it could be her." He squinted, holding the picture gently on his knees under the table. She looks older and her hair is lighter but that strange nose, hmm. His phone started ringing.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

A haze. A heat. His name. Her name. Everything and nothing. A silence. A screaming silence. The creature floated towards Jerry, and smiled the most glorious and warm smile he had ever seen. He had ever felt.