Is this the police, missing people department?
-Yes, mam. What happened to you?
-My boyfriend Noah, he is MIA - she began to sob.
- Please calm down and tell me when was the last time you saw him?
- On Friday the 13th of last month, we were heading home at about 9:00 in the evening from the house of our friends and got into a car accident.
- In this case, you should contact the hospital of your city but not the police.
- No, you don’t understand! I already called all the hospitals and when I didn’t get an answer, I went there personally with a photo of Noah. It also gave nothing.
- I don’t want to make you upset, but have you called the morgue? It was a car accident and if you already calculate all the chances, then there is a chance that he may be dead.
- Yes, I called there. It was very difficult and painful to realize that my beloved could die and I hoped to the end that I would hear from him from somewhere. Maybe he is in a coma and his face is disfigured, maybe he is alive but cannot find me. You know, hope is a very powerful thing, but not when the time comes for important decisions.
It is very painful for a loving heart to look at the situation with a cold mind. But still, I called to all the morgues and asked if the man like Noah wasn’t found and I still did not get the answer to my question. In one of the 10 morgues there was a man with no documents, no clothes, no distinctive features on the body because he was burned. I am so sorry for that poor fellow, but that wasn’t Noah too. It saves me the trouble of explaining it to you, that if the body cannot be identified, then a cast of teeth could help. It’s kind of a fortune that Noah was just about to have braces.
- Mem, I'm sorry for your situation. I have heard enough to understand that the situation is serious. Come to me on Tuesday, and we will begin the search. And the first thing that I want you to do after this call is to describe him: height, weight, special features (maybe a mole on the right elbow or a scar on the eyebrow). The more detailed it will be- the better. Also think about his relatives and their connection, friends and enemies. Maybe that happened because of his field of work, competitors are capable of that either. You can also describe his usual day, where he works, where he drinks coffee, what are his hobbies. To find the clues, we need everything.
Brace yourselves, Ms. Summer. It’s not easy to put up with this, but we will look for Mr. Noah. I hope I've been informative.
Thank you for your call. Have a nice day.
-Thank you for your help. Goodbye.
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-Yeah, have a nice day? Really? He found what to wish but I can do nothing about it - she said in annoyed manner.
I will just sit here and write his verbal portrait, while he is missing. That is so depressing that I can’t do anything. So, where do I begin? - she walked up and down the room and talked to herself.
It seems that, having gathered courage, she sat down to write what the officer asked. But then the doorbell rang.
-Oh, Emmy, that’s you. I am so glad to see you. And maybe you can help me. Today I called the service that helps to find missing people and the officer told me to write Noah’s portrait.
-What? Portrait? And how this will help?
-It’s a verbal portrait. It can help in finding clues.
- That is certainly good, but maybe you should get a little distracted. For the last month you have been doing only one thing – searching Noah and playing a detective. Your last guess was that he just didn’t love you, and so he arranged this catastrophe to escape. That’s ridiculous! You should have some rest.
- Well, you know, it’s not because he didn’t love me, that I will never doubt. Maybe this happened because he lost a large amount of money in a casino.
- Or vice versa, it was not he who set up the catastrophe, but our accident was a conceived and implemented plan. You know, sometimes you just need to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and that’s it, the end.
- Well, or maybe everyone has their own time, just like a character in the game.
-Of course I know that you didn't like him, but you can't be so mean.
-Summer, on the contrary, I want only the best for you, you cannot go forward because of him.
-Well, why should I live if I don’t know where he is.
(It can’t be like this any more, I hate lying and playing that game)- Emmy whispered so that Summer won’t hear.
Then she took a deep breath and being enough courageous she asked:
-Summer, what is your last memory with him?
- He rides with me in the car. Then the accident and after that it’s dark and nothing.
- Yes, but you understand, he could survive
- He yes, but you no – Emmy said with tears and anger. Her voice was so loud, but after that phrase the silence was 10 times louder.
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Time stopped. Two girls were sitting on the floor crying, asking why that happened to them. Why death chose them. They were thinking about everything and anything in fluent silence.
Then Emmy said:
- He is alive. That day the crazy rain was pouring and it was very difficult to drive. The road was wet and slippery. You both were in that accident, but your safety bag didn’t open.
She also added:
- Everything will be fine. I promise. Everyone has their own time on this Earth, and it’s time for us to go.
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