When you enter a room full of things, things start speaking; when you enter an empty room, your thoughts start speaking.
The same happened with Zane.
When he found the room empty, his thoughts started speaking. And all of them were negative and filled with dread.
There was no one inside the room.
No uncle. No aunt. And most of all, no Milo.
Zane dashed inside the room and like a rabid dog, went to all the corners of the room.
He toppled the bed over instead of looking under it.
He tore the bedsheets, he tore the curtains, he broke the windows.
He thrashed the clothes of the cupboard.
He kicked the floor.
He punched the walls.
But there were no signs of Milo in the room.
Fear gripped Zane's heart from all sides and since he saw no signs, he jerked his head at the only person that might know something.
He strided towards Xavier and looked in his eyes.
"Where is she? Where is my Milo?!"
His voice broke the boundaries of sanity and everyone was tense.
