Fallon’s absence became more and more prominent every day. With each day their flat remained silent, that no owls arrived, Marie-Louise grew more worried. It was more than just missing her best friend, it was the constant worry of what had become of her. Fallon always wrote to let her know when she would even be late. To not have sent a letter the night she disappeared nor now could only forebode things that Malou was not ready to think about. But she was a healer she dealt in accidents and death, she was no stranger to the realities of the situation and so the days dragged on with each agonizing worry worst than the last.

Malou had desperately written to Fallon’s JP yesterday in the vain hope he might know something and had been rewarded with a small tidbit of information, but not anything that might calm her nerves. Instead she dreaded returning to her flat where alone she would dream up worse and worse situations for Fallon to have found herself in.

A voice pulled Malou from her thoughts as she looked up from her desk to see a vaguely familiar ministry worker, but her mind was so consumed she did not connect his name to his appearance. “Pardon me?”