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.

She had aged and her hair was longer, but something about the curve of her face made him certain that he had, at long last, found her.

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.

He was too late. He cried out as the beast pulled her from the cafe chair, sending coffee flying and nearby patrons into screaming flight. Another flash and he was alone.