At the end of the day, Alina began her walk home. She decided, nostalgically, to take what she and Michaela had called the scenic route, and began walking through a wooded field, kicking the falling leaves with her black knee-high boots like a child again. She gazed about her and took in the beautiful reds and oranges and yellows.
When she arrived, she heard shouts and broke into a run.
"Alina! Alina!" a voice called. Calder's voice.
"What is it?" she yelled back, panting as she arrived at the doorstep.
Calder paused and used his key to get them both into the house. "Tara said to get worried if she wasn't back by evening."
Alina's face drained of colour, "What-" she began, but Calder cut in.
"There's no sign of her."
(Just gonna post at this stage so you could add some more from what the Programmer is doing to Tara)