The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow across the grocery aisles. You had only turned your back for two minutes—maybe less. One second, Remy was standing beside you, frowning at the absurd price of cereal, and the next… he was gone.

Your cart sat abandoned at the end of the aisle, half-filled, while you craned your neck around the shelves like a parent realizing their kid had wandered off.

“Remy?” you called, not too loud at first. You peeked down the frozen foods section. No sign of him. Not even the sound of his boots.

Another sweep, and still—nothing. He was like a ghost.

Now people were starting to glance your way as you muttered under your breath, “How the hell do you lose a grown man in a grocery store?”