It happened in the blink of an eye.

Where's the tour guide gone?

Here he was. Blabbing about something supposedly 'interesting' about this dress, which wasn't even one of the vaguely attractive ones. It looked like a lump of brown.

And then he's gone.

Hannah Cox was standing near the back of the group, listening to Fall Out Boy on her iPod, nodding her head in time, looking at her shoes like they were the most interesting thing she's ever seen. Her regular outfit of dark green t-shirt, maroon unzipped hoodie, loose jeans and dark grey Converses, as well as her camouflage backpack was none too fascinating. It was her eyes that were startling. In a stark contrast with her ginger-gold wavy tied back in a loose ponytail with strands coming loose and her pale skin, they were a bright, vivid violet that popped.

Hannah didn't even notice as the pompous guy in his early twenties with the greasy hair just seemed to evaporate.

It wasn't until someone elbowed her hard in the ribs that she finally looked up.

She hissed in pain and turned irritably to her sister. Heather Cox was her identical twin, a girl with bobbed, crimped auburn hair, large 'hipster' glasses, a nose piercing and unusual clothes. Her ensemble today consisted of a violently purple corset worn over a lime green t-shirt, a short black tutu worn over black lace tights and big, bright yellow Doc Martens with black laces. Instead of a sensible backpack like Hannah, she had gone with a small blue and brown patterned leather purse with a long gold chain strap.

Heather's eyes – brown, not violet – were huge. "Yo, Han!" she whispered. "Where's the loser gone?"

"Who?"

Heather rolled her eyes, over-exaggerating. "The tour guide, dumbo. He's vamoosed. I thought he wasn't supposed to leave us alone."

Most of the other kids in the group seemed to have noticed too. They were straightening up, craning their necks, looking puzzled. Hannah pulled out her earbuds, letting the music fall away. Nervous chatter started up slowly and quietly.

"Where's he gone?"

"He's gonna get in SO much trouble!"

"Why did he leave?"

"Did anyone see where he went?"

"It was like he teleported away or was abducted or something."

"One second he's there, the next – nothing."

"Why's it so quiet?"

The last question grabbed Hannah's attention. She looked around properly, observing the silence filled only with the shuffling feet, heavy breathing and anxious questions of their group. There was no-one else around. Just moments ago, this room in the V&A had been filled with adults, looking at the exhibits.

Now nothing.

Their group was the only one here.

Apart from...

"Hey, what's that?"

A voice attracted Hannah. It was Arshpreet Chahal, a pretty Punjabi girl who normally kept to herself. Her oversized army jacket and black jeans, vest and boots said 'I'm quite happy by myself, thanks.' She was pointing into a far corner, her face arranged into one of puzzlement.

"EVERYONE, QUIET!" Heather roared, which shocked the teenagers into silence. Hannah silently thanked her sister before straining her ears and eyes.

A small sniffling and a flash of pink caught her eye. Hannah broke free of the group and strode across the room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet. The rest of them straggled after her, not seeming to eager to go anywhere.

A small girl, about four or five, was crouched behind a necklace cabinet. Her wispy platinum blonde hair, Hello Kitty top, pink skirt and pink jelly sandals looked so innocent and childlike it made Hannah want to cry.

"Hi there," Hannah said, lowering herself onto her haunches. The girl shrank back, seeming near tears. "What's your name? I'm Hannah."

The girl seemed to not want to answer, but finally choked out, "Lilly."

"How old are you? I'm fourteen and a half."

"I – I'm four."

"Where's your mummy, Lilly?"

Lilly's eyes bugged. "I don't know!" she whispered tearfully.

Hannah forced herself not to cry too. "What about your daddy?"

"He was here a minute ago," Lilly said. "So was mummy. But now they're gone. Why are they gone? Hannah, where's Mummy? Where's Daddy?"

Hannah came very close to bawling. "I don't know, darling. The man that was showing us around the museum is gone too. Do you want to come with me and we'll try and find them?"

Lilly looked warily at Hannah's outstretched hand. "Are you going to hurt me? Mummy always said strangers might try to hurt me."

"Of course I'm not going to hurt you!" Hannah said, forcing herself to smile.

Lilly's face brightened. "Okay then!" She slipped her little paw into Hannah's hand and got to her feet.

"Let's go find this twat," Heather muttered.

"Heather!" Hannah scolded. "Not in front of a kid!"

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Let's go!"

This drew an outbreak of murmurs.

"Maybe we should stay here."

"He might come back."

"If we wander off, we're going to get into trouble."

"Who cares? It's his fault."

"Let's just GO," Hannah said loudly, gripping Lilly's hand. The huddle of teens went quiet again.

Hannah walked out of the museum, looking more confident than she felt, her quirky twin to her left and a four-year-old child she'd never met before skipping along to her right.

What's happened?

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My first GONE fanfiction!

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I'm rather enjoying this.

Many virtual unicorns and llamas to all my readers!

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