When I was ten, my little brother Noah and I found an abandoned spaceship in the woods behind our neighborhood.
Noah climbed inside.
"Wait for me, Emma! I'll write to you from space!"
The hatch slammed shut behind him.
Several minutes later, the spaceship remained where it was.
"Noah? Are you still in there?"
No reply came.
Terrified, I ran home screaming.
But when the adults finally forced the hatch open, the compartment was empty.
My brother had vanished.
That night, every adult in our complex
