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.

That can't be her. He thought to himself. However, the woman in front of him had a striking resemblance to his lost mother: Alberta.

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 was big, menacing, and strangely fluffy. Its tongue lulled out with slobber collecting at its mouth. Is that a dog?