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.

He had spotted his target. The bounty was all but his. He had to tread carefully. She was more dangerous than she looked.

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.

“Do not be afraid.” The mysterious creature said. “I am not an hallucination. I am not a dream. I’m here to remind you of how much of a difference you’ve made. How much you’ve meant to everyone around you.”