Room 506, Saturday Afternoon
It had taken Dolf a little time to figure out about the internet connection on his phone -- that was new. But it was useful, too, and he tackled it with a little hope for at least fifteen minutes. Which is how long it took for him to go from being elated (the Dutch phone book! He could access it from his phone!) to disappointed (there were no more families by name of Wega living anywhere in Amstelveen, and while it was possible his parents had moved to Amsterdam, or Haarlem, or Rotterdam, or even into the country, he wouldn't even know where to begin to look).
He pressed his forehead into the pillow, then tried again. Google, this time.
He found only articles dating back to right before he vanished.
Dr. and Mrs. Wega had, it appeared, disappeared from the face of the Earth. His mom and dad were nowhere to be found.
He felt a lingering sense of wrongness settle in his stomach, an itch in the corner of his eyes that told him they wanted to water again. He pushed it back, and kept on searching.
About five minutes later, anyone nearby could have heard him shout "I missed it?!" in Dutch; six minutes later, he was thoroughly engrossed in match reports.
At least it was a distraction.
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He pressed his forehead into the pillow, then tried again. Google, this time.
He found only articles dating back to right before he vanished.
Dr. and Mrs. Wega had, it appeared, disappeared from the face of the Earth. His mom and dad were nowhere to be found.
He felt a lingering sense of wrongness settle in his stomach, an itch in the corner of his eyes that told him they wanted to water again. He pushed it back, and kept on searching.
About five minutes later, anyone nearby could have heard him shout "I missed it?!" in Dutch; six minutes later, he was thoroughly engrossed in match reports.
At least it was a distraction.
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