A/N: Alright, next chapter will be much thicker and more exciting. Sorry this one is so short, I just needed to get things going. Review if you would, please!
CHAPTER TWO
Rachel Beck-Hewitt
I had no real idea what happened. I don't think any of us did… First Patrice was there, only a few steps ahead of us, bouncing off into the crowd with Sophie. I was ok with it at first, it gave me and Paul some alone time. I was 27 years old, and who could blame me for wanting some alone time with my husband in Greece? We had been taking our time, examining the paintings and sculptures as we walked and talking loudly so as to hear each other above the bustling crowd. It was at the picture of Eros and Psyche that I got the most unsettling feeling. The portrait of Psyche looked startlingly exactly like my youngest sister, right down to the way she held her body. It was then that I heard the gasping and yelling.
"Rachel! Rachel! Paul!" Sophie emerged from the crowd, her eyes looking panicked and her face pale.
"Where is Patrice?" I knew almost immediately that this was about my sister. I looked around, my eyes frantically searching for her heart-shaped face to come bouncing out of the crowd. "Sophie, where did she go?" Panic crept into my voice as I clutched at Paul's arm.
"She was… she was right beside me, then… out of know where… disappeared! Into thin air!" Sophie broke down and started bawling, and I caught her, breathless and dazed. My sister was gone… she couldn't be gone. "Patrice?" I called out frantically. "PATRICE?" I raised my voice and got no answer. The museum security guards had arrived, though, and were starting to escort us into a smaller side hall. We followed them for a ways until they lead us into a small side room.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice betraying the strong front I was trying to put on.
"We were going to ask you the same thing. Would you mind explaining to us exactly what happened?"