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.

"Nope. That aint her." Jerry sighed, and took another swig of his latte. And that's when she smacked him on the back of his head. Hard.

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.

"Jerry. It's time for dinner." It was his wife. With a defeated sigh, he turned to the woman. "I gotta go. See you next week?" She nodded, and with that, they all winked out into nothingness as the game shut down.