Natara Williams
After getting her luggage checked, Natara went through, much to her displeasure, security check. She lounged around the waiting area, she had unfortunately came early. Now she sat, dread festering inside her like acid. She had never said a goodbye, not to anyone. It was better, at least Amy had known. She had, somewhat, said an almost goodbye to her. Mal on the other hand, she had only gotten a last glimpse that had almost sent her to tears. One that made his face, confused and frustrated, burn in her memory. She said her goodbyes to this Mal, wishing she had told him the truth. But when you tried to hide something, the longer you hid it the harder it was for the truth to come out.
Mal Fallon
Mal sped down the road down to the station, his ears ringing with the few words the woman had said when she angrily opened the door.
"What the heck are you doing?" she had snapped at him.
For a second Mal had thought he had made a mistake, that he had gone to the wrong room. "I'm looking for a woman, tall, Asian. Brown hair, seen her?" he asked.
"Yeah, lady like that used to live here."
"Used to?"
"Yeah. Moved out this morning."
He had then ran to his car, speeding down to the station. It couldn't be true…
He finally parked at the stations parking lot, throwing himself from the car. He ran through the doors, seeing Amy retrieving a file. He ran to her, seeing her eyes were slightly red. "She's gone" she said in a high voice "She's gone."
To be continued…