It was already past noon. Arlene was still asleep on her room. Iris got up earlier and she had to talk to various Police officers about the strange disappearance of the neighbour's daughter. By the time the street cleared out, Arlene was still sleeping. Iris sighed, walked up to her door, and started banging on it.

"Don't you disappear on me! Wake up already will you?" She yelled.

"Uh fine..." Arlene whispered, crawling out of the bed."Why do I have to wake up early to please you?"

"EARLY? It's 2 in the afternoon!"

Arlene opened the door. She was still wearing her night gown. Her long brown hair was tangled and uneven.

"You look gorgeous." Iris said, giggling.

Arlene rolled her eyes and slowly made her way into the shower.

"What's for breakfast..." she murmured walking into the kitchen. Her hair was wet, and still dripping. Whenever Arlene tried to dry her hair with towels, they got soaked before her hair was even close to being somewhat dry. And she hated using fans. She only used those before a party, or something like that.

Iris had short hair, and she didn't have a problem with fans...or towels. She didn't have a problem with Arlene's wet hair either, even though it would have bothered everyone else. Sometimes, she ties Arlene's wet hair into long braids. Once it dries, her brown hair becomes curly. Arlene always wanted curly hair, but she never bothered curling her hair every morning, because it requires getting up early.

Today, Iris didn't touch Arlene's hair.

"You mean dinner?"

Arlene glared at Iris.

"You know, I don't complain when you get up at 5 in the morning. Or 3. Or when you can't sleep at all. I can still hear you know. Walking around, watching TV. I don't complain. When I sleep, do I make a sound?"

"But I get bored without you..." Iris said. For a second, the two of them stared at each other. It seemed as though each of them was trying to say something to the other, but couldn't form words.

"Right, dinner...I made potatoes. And there's chicken in the fridge."

"Thanks." Arlene said, smiling. It was her turn to cook, and yet, Iris still made them dinner.

Some time after dinner, they decided to go shopping for a pet. Or for a job. But the moment they left their townhouse, they noticed that the street was once again surrounded by police cars. Arlene frowned. Iris laughed and went across the road, to the police officer who stood beside the police tape.

Arlene looked around the street. She noticed how empty it was. And quiet. They lived near the park, and it was the middle of summer! Why is it so quiet? She thought.

"The guy across the road found a suicide note, but no one found the body, and he says that there is no reason why his wife would – are you listening to me?" Iris said, snapping her fingers in front of Arlene's face.

"Iris...What time is it?"

"What? 6pm..Why?"

"Then why is this busy street so empty? Why is the park missing children? No one is even walking their dogs!" Arlene said, pointing around the street. She was right of course. The street was emptier than usual.

"What are you talking about...? Let's just go, before they start asking around...Again," Iris pulled on Arlene's shoulder.

"Why am I the only one who thinks that all this silence and the disappearances are weird?" Arlene murmured.

"Because you studied occult in university, you watch too much television, and you read your first mystery novel when you were seven. I wonder." Iris said, laughing.

"Have a nice evening," the police officer said to them. "Be careful. Watch yourselves."

As Arlene and Iris were walking away, the street fell silent again. Only the sound of shivering bushes broke the buzz of nothing.