Though the meeting was at six, you’re running a little late. Braced for the merry wrath of ever-punctual Kat, you find yourself spared her irritation by her unexpected absence.

You send her a quick text by way of apology and wait. The library’s almost deserted. Covid, right?

Still no sign of Kat, though…

You take a seat, check your messages…Maybe you should give her a call?

You dial her number. A muffled ringtone shatters the silence, coming from from a laptop bag on a nearby desk. The laptop itself sits open next to it, asleep.

So, her stuff’s here…guess she’ll be back soon? Seems weird she’d leave it unattended.

You grab a book to read while you wait, but can’t really focus on it. You find yourself looking up expectantly each time anyone shuffles by.

 Looking around you, you can’t shake the feeling that something seems…not quite right… you feel there’s something here you’re missing.