Speaking of Jane's former home, Mikey was still there all by himself. He checked all the rooms, but he still couldn't find anyone. Where was everyone? And where were all the family portraits and photos? They all seemed to be missing. Did someone steal them during the night? Why would anyone do that?
He went to the kitchen to find something to drink when the front door opened, and someone he'd never seen before came in, a bag slung over their shoulder. The stranger seemed legitimately surprised to see him. "Mikey?"
Mikey, unlike someone older, didn't mince words. "Who are you?" He asked, backing up. "How do you know my name?"
