Missing

A man came up to me. He wore a brown T-shirt and ripped jeans.

“Have you heard who went missing?” he said, looking at me and Clare.

“No.” I said.

“You must be new around here, kid. The Kowalski family went missing a couple years back, no one knows why.”

I looked around. My last name was Kowalski. But we weren’t missing for two years, only a few days.

“They wouldn’t happen to be…. Stephan and Clare Kowalski?” I said. Clare started to groan.

“Yeah, you know ‘em?”

Clare was moving a bit.

“Um… actually, I’m Stephan, she’s Clare.”

“Next stop, Mayors Income!” the conductor yelled.

“Ah!” Clare shouted, sitting up abruptly.