[Tiny Interlude No. 1]

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Isar-Hadiyyah Evren was close to tears.

It couldn't just be gone! She had put that phone down right there next to her on that bench not a moment ago! A brand new, latest generation smart-phone didn't just disappear like that.

But not a soul had been even remotely close to her, and she had checked everywhere - her purse and all of her pockets, Isar had even gone down on all fours to scan every inch of the ground.

Gone!

It had been a present from Papa. Of course, he'd replace it when she told him, but Papa would be so dissappointed.

Later, at home, in a desperate last attempt to find her phone before going downstairs to confess to Mama, Isar-Hadiyyah completely emptied her purse on the floor of her room.

The phone remained missing, but to her utter bewilderment Isar discovered her sim-card in one of the outermost pockets of the bag.



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If, during the darkest hours of that night, you had ventured out and - taking care not to be seen or heard -  had approached a certain bench in a certain park, you might have been able to hear a strange and faint electric whirring.

Had your eyes adjusted to the gloom, you might have been surprised to see a small, remote-contolled car come towards you, yet no owner in sight.

The car would have been unlike anything you have ever seen, muddy, dented and scratched, painted over in a dark camoflage-pattern that made it hard to make out in the shadows.

You might have noted, that it's interior had been completely removed and was instead taken up with the remote and a single seat in front of it. There would be a large, rechargeable storage battery strapped to the roof, and a trailer laden with all sorts of strange things attached to the back.

If you had payed very close attention, you might even have spotted the small, shadowy figure jump off, and start digging in the dirt below the bench. After a while, the shadow would unearth a thin rectangle, almost as large as the creature itsself, and drag it towards the trailer, to strap it down securely before disappearing again into its car and driving off into the night.

But, you did not go out that night, and saw nothing of this.

And it is a good thing that you did not, because, had you been there, the tiny shadow in its tiny car would not have come and none of this would have happened.

And it is a good thing that you did not, because, had you been there, the tiny shadow in its tiny car would not have come and none of this would have happened

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