Chase lingered beside the guitarist, rocking on his heels as their eyes skimmed the crowd in-search of Chase’s mother. Lizzy spotted someone in the crowd and pointed towards the alleged-Gemma. Chase, being short, didn’t see her, and it didn’t dawn on him to shift into a taller form. Instead, he clambered on top of a nearby trashcan for a better look, balancing atop it by standing on the rim of it.

That was, in fact, Chase’s mom. It was undeniably Gemma.

“Yeah, that’s her,” Chase confirmed. He hopped off of the garbage can, glancing at the woman that he had just terrorized for the past few minutes. She was a mutant, so maybe she’d want to meet Gemma, but if Chase let her follow him, he’d get into trouble. The lady would probably tell on him. Chase looked towards the column, then towards the lady.

“Erm, well…” the child trailed, “It was, uh, nice meeting you!”

She’d follow if she wanted to.

The boy said that the woman Lizzy identified was indeed his mother. Lizzy felt relieved that he wouldn’t be lost, and no one would have to be in a panic. Although Lizzy was no mother, she could imagine that his mother would be terrified to lose him. She had watched those crime shows, and the parents were so sad to watch.

The boy said an awkward “nice meeting you”, and went to his mother. Lizzy thought about following him, but she didn’t want to traumatize him anymore. He had already said that Lizzy’d tell on him, and although she wouldn’t, Lizzy decided to stay back. She held onto her guitar and watched him go off. “It was nice to meet you too. Don’t lose your mom again.” She added as a warning. Hopefully he wouldn’t go wandering off again. Next time there might not be another person to help locate her.