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.

"You're not my person, leave this very instance." Putting on a monotone voice, with a hint of annoyance at the woman.

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.

It appeared small, compressed like a puppy. It was no puppy though. We knew we were gone afterwards.