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.

Then waved his server over and whispered a request that left him with a lap full of hot soup, and the full attention of the, now unwelcoming, establishment.

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.

Jerry and the woman shot each other a quick, but staggering, glance. Then immediately lunged towards the creature, arms open in expectant embrace towards the one they’ve been searching for all this time. The end.