At 11:36 PM, it was obvious that she was not coming home.

Eli Albertson was liked to keep things in track. He time-stamped anything and everything that he could. He made sure there was at least one clock in every room of his recently redone house, and worked in even-numbered time slots.

Eli worked from home, mostly. In fact, that was mostly what he had done at home lately: work. It was because of this that, on one particular Saturday, he somehow missed his wife’s disappearance.

Angela was calm and gracious- the darling of the neighborhood, if you will. Still, there were moments when someone would catch her looking off into the distance- not at anything in particular, but just looking.

At those times, she seemed so far away that it wouldn’t have surprised anyone a bit if she just drifted into nothingness.