Killian The night is warm and I inhale the August air deeply. Summers are rarely this warm in the UK, but the suburbs of London are sometimes an exception. We have been here for a few months now since we came back and I feel like it’s been only a few days. The moon is bright above the woods and the only light around is coming from it. The huge full moon, handing on the dark sky. Besides that, I don’t see anything. Not even stars. I glance around. “Mike?” I call, but I still don’t hear anything. I start walking, my feet threading on branches when I hear a snap and I pause, looking around. “I told you I wanted to see you “ I call in the quiet of the night. He is still nowhere near. “Very funny, “ I say, out loud. “Fine, then. I am leaving. You can play tricks on me all night if you want, or run wherever. Just make sure you come back before five. “ Still silence. I exhale, disappointed. “Or whenever you decide to. “ I came to the woods looking for him. Mike comes hu