[ TT ] A child is kidnapped . Outraged , the monsters that live under their bed and in their closet vow to find them .

I watch. 
 
 I am close. 
 
 But never touch. 
 
 Tonight was different. She was gone. Elsewhere. No scent. No breath. No heartbeat. 
 
 Crying. The mother-one. Lights, blue. Red. Blue. Red. 
 
 She was not in bed. 
 
 She should have been in bed. 
 
 I left. Spread as smoke, scattered. 
 
 Her scent. Soft clothes. New hair. Child's fear. 
 
 Another. 
 
 Familiar. 
 
 Like mother-one. Close, but different. Smokesticks, fire brew. Despair. 
 
 She was in the metal. I slipped through the metal. She feared me. She screamed. She turned the wheel. 
 
 We hit a tree. 
 
 I do not touch. 
 
 But she cried. 
 
 My small one cried. 
 
 On this day alone. 
 
 I would touch. 
 
 And bring her home.
