Henry stood there, staring the photo, for what seemed like eternity.
Who was she? Why was he so taken with a photo?
"Excuse me?"
Henry seemed confused. Was the photo talking to him?
"Hello?"
"um...Hello?" Henry said unsure. Then he heard giggling and that was when he realized the voice was not from the photo, but from behind him. Henry slowly turned to see the young woman running the museum behind him.
"Sorry to disturb you," she said, "but I need to close up the place for the night."
Night? Henry could hardly believe it. How long HAD he been standing there? It was already night?
Henry let out a series of grunts and coughs then finally managed to blurt out "sorry" as he rushed pass the young woman.
As he grabbed his coat and opened the front door of the museum, he heard giggling again.
***
The cold air hit Henry quickly. He threw on his coat and stood in the fresh snow that had just fallen on the ground. His breath surrounded him with each exhale. He tugged on his coat.
I should head home. It's getting late. He thought, but he wasn't ready to head home. Instead of walking to his car, he headed across the field to an abandoned building. This was a building he hadn't noticed before and decided to explore around it.
As Henry was nearing the back of the building he thought he saw something odd in the air. Almost like a water ripple but instead of being in water, it was in the air. Curious, he headed toward it. As he got closer, it seemed to disappear. He picked up his pace, and rounded the corner. He was no longer alone. He now stood face to face with a woman, the same woman he had just seen in the photograph in the museum.
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