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.

The air was sucked out of his lungs at the similarities present between the person in the photo and the woman in front of him.

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.

Get down. Someone hissed behind him. The woman, probably. Although Jerry's feet were urging him to run like hell, he obeyed her. He dropped on the ground and laid flat.