Ramses where are you?

Things were getting out of hand about finding Ramses. The police officers had reported that he was still missing.

Here at the hospital aunt Sheila was folding clothes and putting them in a bag. Everywhere was empty except the bed, where uncle Travis lay, and the side stool, where his bottle of water and magazine were placed.

Ogar, Minka and Nkom were yet to arrive at the hospital. They had been preparing and called aunt Sheila, who asked them to wait. She heaved heavily. Her head ached and her eyes hurt. She had not had proper sleep in days. Resting on a bed would be a privilege. A bigger privilege would be a massage.

Speaking of privileges, she needed to call her boss and inform her that she would need a few more days off to search for her son. She had been lenient enough but aunt Sheila needed more grace. Had she seen him, she would have used the rest of the day to relax and resume work the day after.