"The sky is so dark, it looks like it's going to snow again. You guys better hurry up. It'll be a pain to fix the car if it starts snowing."
"Okay, I'll send the license plate number over now."
Uncle Young finished his call and texted the license plate number to the repair crew. Then he glanced over and noticed Charlotte Shaw hadn't come out of the alley yet.
"Charlotte!" He called out as he replied to a message, turning and walking toward the alley entrance. "Charlotte, did you get the cat? Do you need Uncle Young to help you?"
...
The only answer was the whistling of the wind.
"...Charlotte?" He froze for a second. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
"Charlotte?" He turned on his phone's flashlight and aimed it down the alley. "Charlotte, are you still trying to catch the cat?"
...
The alley was dead silent. Forget a cat, there wasn't even a ghost of a shadow to be seen.
