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.

It was himself. Why would the woman have a printed picture of him?! It seemed kind of creepy…he flipped over the photo. On the back was his phone number. Now this was really weird. He was about to call the police, but then

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.

“I am Lionel,” the creature said, “and you both have been summoned to an audience with the Monarch. You have some serious explaining to do.”