The two of them headed to school, and Jon entertained some sort of odd notion that Zoe would pop up at any moment. He kept watching her friends Athena and Zelda, to the point that they began to notice, but...no Zoe.
He approached them at the end of the day. "Ummm...hi," he said.
They looked at him. Zelda's eyes narrowed. "You've been watching us all day. Do you have some sort of Goth fetish?"
"No..."
"Well, then what?" She asked.
He didn't know what to say without sounding crazy. "Do you know a girl named Zoe?"
"No, should I?" Athena said.
"Well," he hoped Athena, who believed in all sorts of magic, wouldn't think he was nuts. "I know this sounds weird, but you and Zelda are her best friends. She...it's like she's been erased."
Athena frowned. "Zelda who?"
He looked around. "Zelda Whitefield...she was standing right here...she likes to wear latex bodysuits..."
"Look...are you playing some kind of joke on me?" Athena asked. "Because it isn't funny."
"I'm not joking," he insisted. Was someone targeting Goths? First Zoe, now Zelda. "She was just here..."
