Thirty minutes pass by. An hour. Two.
No sign of Mark's parents.
"They--they should be here!" Mark says, exasperated, still frantically searching. Sarah slumps down onto the couch, pulling out her phone. Still no replies.
"Have your parent's texted you back?" She asks. Mark also pulls out his phone, and slowly puts it away. "I'm guessing... no, then." Mark ignores what Sarah says. He paces around the room, his hands running through his hair, a blank expression on his face. Sarah's seen this before; this happens usually when he's stressed out, trying to calm himself down. She doesn't like to see him like this.
"They're fine, Mark. They're probably just... going out somewhere."
Mark turns to face Sarah, his face a flaming red. "No--Sarah, you said it yourself! They always clean the house on Sundays. And--they're not here, and none of it's clean!"
Mark slumps down on the couch next to Sarah. He puts his face in his hands. Sarah looks over to him. She can't help but feel a little nervous herself. Where are Mark's parents?
YOU ARE READING
The Future Keys
Science FictionMark and Sarah have everything together. They have good grades, true love, and what appears to be a bright future. However, things aren't always what they seem. Mark finds a mysterious key on the ground and takes it, his parents simultaneously d...
