When Vernon heard a knock at the door for the second time that day, he was almost expecting it. Things were reasonably busy now: A stark contrast to the days of monotony before Quinn had come.
He lay on the sofa and concentrated. There was no reason not to take precautions.
A moment later his copy answered the door. "Good day, how may I help you?" he asked the girl standing at the door. She stared blankly, before raising her hands and using sign language.
Vernon didn't know all too much sign language, but he did know a few basic words, and got the jist of the girl's message, so he invited her in. By this time Quinn was up and dressed, and was sitting on the sofa reading.
Grabbing a pad of sticky notes from a desk Vernon asked the girl her name.
"Isabelle." She replied.
"And how may I help you?" Vernon wrote back.
"Do you know what's happened to my sister?"
Vernon paused. He didn't know if he should try to break this to her gently. In the end he just wrote "Everyone over the age of about 15 has vanished. That's why there are no adults."
He passed this over to her, and she stood, staring at it for a moment, before sitting down suddenly on the sofa.
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