Chap 3—Luke's Gone
On this, the last day I saw him, Luke didn't take me with him. Sometimes I think that was his mistake. Not that I could have done anything....
Luke didn't want to play Star Wars that day. His friends were all doing other things, and he got the idea of setting the world's record for the most laps around the block. Mom was gardening and promised to keep count. Dad was at work.
I think Luke had made about nine laps when he didn't come around again. Mom waited a couple of minutes, thinking Luke had found something interesting (Please God, don't let it be a snake). She got suspicious, and went around the block, calling his name. Then she found Luke's bike on its side, but no Luke. Panicked, she ran back to the house and called Dad.
Dad called the FBI. They brought in this new agent named Monica Reyes. Apparently Luke's disappearance looked like some to her kidnappings Agent Reyes had been investigating—ones that dealt with Satanists or some such. To most of the others, she was a little...out there. She received "feelings" or "impressions" about her cases. To me—it didn't matter who she was or what she did to solve her cases as long as she brought back Luke.
They looked everywhere and tried everything. Nothing worked. No one had seen or heard anything. All leads lead to dead ends. Mom was a mess, and Dad wasn't much better. This went on for three days.
I remember Agent Reyes came into our room the first day on the job—to get a "feel" for Luke. I know Dad thought she was crazy, but Mom felt the same way I did: anything to find him.
When Agent Reyes entered the room, she immediately went for me (as I was sitting in plain sight on the bed). She picked me up and we looked at each other. Find him, I begged her. Find him for me, please. We need to defeat Darth Vader, otherwise who knows what could happen?
She stroked one of my ears and tears filled her eyes. She nodded. Message received.
Two days later, they found Luke dead in a field.
It looks like the Empire won.
On this, the last day I saw him, Luke didn't take me with him. Sometimes I think that was his mistake. Not that I could have done anything....
Luke didn't want to play Star Wars that day. His friends were all doing other things, and he got the idea of setting the world's record for the most laps around the block. Mom was gardening and promised to keep count. Dad was at work.
I think Luke had made about nine laps when he didn't come around again. Mom waited a couple of minutes, thinking Luke had found something interesting (Please God, don't let it be a snake). She got suspicious, and went around the block, calling his name. Then she found Luke's bike on its side, but no Luke. Panicked, she ran back to the house and called Dad.
Dad called the FBI. They brought in this new agent named Monica Reyes. Apparently Luke's disappearance looked like some to her kidnappings Agent Reyes had been investigating—ones that dealt with Satanists or some such. To most of the others, she was a little...out there. She received "feelings" or "impressions" about her cases. To me—it didn't matter who she was or what she did to solve her cases as long as she brought back Luke.
They looked everywhere and tried everything. Nothing worked. No one had seen or heard anything. All leads lead to dead ends. Mom was a mess, and Dad wasn't much better. This went on for three days.
I remember Agent Reyes came into our room the first day on the job—to get a "feel" for Luke. I know Dad thought she was crazy, but Mom felt the same way I did: anything to find him.
When Agent Reyes entered the room, she immediately went for me (as I was sitting in plain sight on the bed). She picked me up and we looked at each other. Find him, I begged her. Find him for me, please. We need to defeat Darth Vader, otherwise who knows what could happen?
She stroked one of my ears and tears filled her eyes. She nodded. Message received.
Two days later, they found Luke dead in a field.
It looks like the Empire won.