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I have been trying to figure out, not only where my co-worker went, but also
where everyone else has gone. One person has mysteriously disappeared from
Kansas City every day for the last month and a half. None of them showed signs
of wanting to go somewhere before their disappearance, they leave no trace
behind, and the authorities have not categorized any of them as suspicious.
One thing they seem to have in common is that their respective friends and
family aren’t extremely surprised by the development. The cops eventually stop
investigating entirely, because none of them is a child, or someone else at
high risk, like a dementia patient. They’re all self-sufficient adults who
have been known to be a little bit flaky and unpredictable. They also come
from different jurisdictions, so no one but me has any hope of seeing any of
this as a pattern. In some of the stories I was writing before I disappeared
from my own world, I came up with this organization called the Kansas City
Metro Corps. It’s a police agency that operates in all of Kansas City, even
across state lines, which to my knowledge, is not something that exists in the
real world. There are federal agents, of course, but no one that can carry out
investigations regularly between only two states. They might do it
occasionally, but in that case, two different departments will have to liaise
with each other, which can be complicated, disorganized, and even chaotic.
They don’t have anything like the KC Metro Corps on this Earth, so no one is
talking to each other, or seeing the connections.
I have been doing my own investigating, and I’ve come to a startling discovery
that made me throw up in the middle of my shift. Don’t worry, I made it to the
bathroom in time, because I was already in the break room, but I don’t know if
I can live with myself anymore. It’s me. I’m the cause. I don’t know
how I’m doing it, but it’s definitely me. Tracing the disappearances
have been difficult, because no one witnessed anything strange happening, so
their true locations aren’t so cut and dried, which is why I didn’t see it
before. But if I add myself to the map along with all the others, and adjust
for people’s hypothetical movement after the last person to see them
loses sight of them, then I am at the epicenter. Every disappearance happens
from that point, and has continued outwards in a spiral formation. The pattern
would be beautiful if it weren’t so sickening. They all happen early in the
morning, which makes sense, because that’s when I first arrived on this world.
So I’ve already missed today. I’ve not heard anything yet, but I’m sure
whatever mysterious force is causing this has struck again, and I have an idea
of where. I can’t save that person, or anyone else we lost before, at least I
might not be able to, I don’t know. But I know that there’s a chance for me to
save whoever is meant to go missing tomorrow. I’m taking the day off, which is
something that I didn’t want to do this early on at my job, but I don’t think
I have any other choice. I’ve asked the high school girl to fill in for me,
since it’s Teacher Planning Day. I’m going to the store today to gear up. I
don’t know what I’ll be going up against.
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