Don't dream big kid

Chapter 1;

It was a sunny quiet day in Ashland,nothing out of sorts, when a tall handsome police officer entered a local grubby bar, the Karen Inn, looking distressed. He approached a petite brunette girl behind the bar, "Sophia, have you seen this girl?"

She looked at the freshly printed flyer in the officers hand,"No sorry." She mused at the young girls face in the picture but no one sprung to mind. She regained her concentration to find the officer heading towards the door, "Hey Joe!" She called and the young man spun around,"is that another one?"

He nodded and made his way back to the bar counter, "The third one this week alone. The sherifs been off with the flu so I'm left in charge of the search party and I'm freaking out! It's like these girls have just dropped off the face of the earth." Out of the corner of her eye she saw two familiar looking men, in their thirties, staring in concentration at the flyer. "Here's a beer on the house, my treat," Sophia cocked her head in the direction of the men,"and those guys look like they could help you could ask them."

"I'd love to but I need to get back to the station, can you just put some of these up?" Joe asked handing Sophia a messy stack of paper imprinted with three different girls on them. She nodded before waving joe off and walking towards the plaid- clad strangers in the corner.

Sophia made her way over cleaning a table or two on the way. As she placed some empty glasses on the counter something moved in the corner of her eye, a third man had appeared beside the older looking one. Sophia brushed it off thinking that the man had just entered un noticed as no human could teleport. Finally she reached the corner booth where the three men whispered in hushed tones. As Sophia approached she could have sworn she heard the long haired man saying,"Dude you can't just pop in! Not everyone knows about angels!" At first the statement seemed slightly suspicious but then completely insane so Sophia let the comment slip. "Eh...hi,"the green eyed girl mumbled,"have you seen any of these girls? They've recently gone missing round about these parts." As they all examined the different sheets of paper, Sophia couldn't help but stare at the two original men and how they looked so familiar to her. Her first thought was that they had simply drank at the pub before but as they had a map sitting on the table it didn't seem likely. Her daze was cut short by the older looking boy, who had light brown hair and green eyes ,similar to her own, questioning her. "Little girl....excuse me...you who...anyone home....there we go. Do any of these girls have one particular thing in common?" Sophia shook her head and her eyes met with the third man staring at her in a peculiar way. Not in a creepy -I'm going to kidnap you- way but as if he was looking straight into her soul itself and it made her feel uncomfortable, "you could ask the police department? They would probably know that kind of stuff,right?"

Again it was the older looking one that spoke in a rusty,tired deep voice "sammy grab your laptop we're heading to the sheriffs office." Sammy. Sam. It seemed so familiar but why? Sophia pondered while turning on her heels and watching each of the three men exit the booth. It was only then she got a proper good look at them. The first to stand was the younger looking man with above-shoulder length hair. He was at least six and a half foot she thought to her self. Next to leave the table was the Chatty Cathy of the three. Again he was very tall, not quite as tall as the boy known as 'sammy' but still way over six foot. He wore a t shirt which was half hidden by a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. The last of the three was the odd man. He looked small standing next to the others but on his own his his height showed that he also was around six foot tall. His face was the most innocent looking out of the three and his large trench coat gave the impression of a toddler playing dress up.

Even after the trio had left Sophia couldn't help but feel a strange connection to them. Like she knew them but she knew she must be imagining it all. Even lying in bed that night she puzzled over the older mans voice, how it reminded her so much of her fathers and how the trench coat odd ball had stared at her as if he knew her from somewhere before.