You’ve gone missing. Your friends had been on a major breakthrough on the oof cases of the missing children, a case that was given up in the nineteen ‘80s. Five kids, poof. Gone without a trace. You and your friends had tracked down place after place, and you had ended up here. Hazel kept clicking the walkie-talkie, but only got static.

Hazel: “Damn it!” She sobbed, clutching the device. “What happened?! They have to be okay!”

Sora sighed, glancing at the walkie.

Sora: “Do you think…?”

Rowan stomped her foot on the ground, her Hey Dudes making a thump on the pavement.

Rowan: “Don’t think like that, or I swear I’ll kill you, too.” She huffed and crossed her arms, her short hair swaying in the light breeze of the clear night.

Sora: “Come on, Rowan. He’s been gone for hours. Something must’ve happened.”

It was about 11:20. Thirty minutes until midnight, when the moon was highest and brightest. Archer shook his head and snatched the walkie-talkie. He pressed hard on the button and lowered his face to the speaker, his sharp brown eyes determined.

Archer: “We’re coming to get you. Don’t panic, we’re on our way. Stay where you are.”