The sun was setting low as Mahira walked all alone in the deserted street, back to her home. Feeling a bit cold she rubbed her hands and reached in her jacket's left pocket for her phone, only to glance at its dark screen and realise it had been switched of since God knows how long. She hadn't had a chance to check it since morning, as in her free time she couldn't get her thoughts off what had happened in the afternoon. She turned her phone on, her feet never stopping and her eyes wandering around the street to look for anything abnormal and sighing in relief when everything seemed normal, except for more than usual crowds at different stores.

The same afternoon, when she had left for the bookstore, she works at, an orange ring had appeared in front of her all of a sudden. Maybe some future Dr. Strange had performed a wrong spell. After staring at it for around ten minutes, she'd decided it was very beautiful and went to touch it. The portal looking circle, which was similar to the ones she'd seen on some superhero merch, had vanished just before her right pointer finger could feel it. She'd thought about it all day, and the glimpse of someone dressed as spiderman, which she saw into the ring. After the event, she had concluded that she certainly needed sleep.

As soon as the phone turned on, it started to ding, dings after dings. Who could have bothered to message her that much? She wondered, waiting for the notifications to stop. After around three minutes they finally stopped and she scrolled down the notification bar to see many messages of Mayur, her brother, trying to call her and about a hundred messages from him. What the fuck?

She sighed, opening the messages to take a look at it but got interrupted by a loud sound from her left and rushed towards the direction, stuffing her phone in the left pocket of her dark blue jeans and straightening her blue cap. In no time, she tracked the people to whom those voices belonged. There was an elderly lady with a bag probably double her own weight and two men standing a foot away from her. She doesn't make any conclusions and watch them from a distance, trying her best to stay hidden.

The two men had similar features, same black eyes and dirty blonde hair. "Are you really?" Asks the first one, looking at the other who had a scar on his right cheek. He looked as if he'd seen someone dead.

The other one nods, looking confused, "yes Micheal, it is me! Your brother, Jack!" He says, sounding tired as if he'd repeated the sentence many times already. The lady, who seemed to be the mother of both the men just started silently, a smile forming on her face as 'Micheal' engulfed 'Jack' in a hug and sobbed on his shoulder.

The lady drops down the bag, which Mahira was sure she could have never been able to lift up even if she went to gym every day for a million years, and smiles at the two, "you really are back Jack!" She says and Mahira chuckled silently at the thought of the last words of the sentence rhyming with each other. If you'd ask her, it looked like a scene out of a movie where the lady was about to leave the home and the lost son returns making her reconsider her decision. "As happy as I am, I'll still have to go and donate these clothes to the orphanage," she says, making it lesser of a movie scene and Mahira turn around, relieved that it was nothing bad.

As she walked back to the street, with a small smile plastered on her face, she opened her messages, tapping on Mayur's contact and seeing a long chain of messages asking her to come home. She scrolled down to the end, reading the last message, they're back Mahira! It said and her eyes widened as she realised what it could mean. She looked in the direction of the brothers and their Mum, wondering if what she was thinking was true or not.

Taking in a deep break and stopping in her tracks, she dialed Mayur's number. A ring. And then another. At the third ring the phone was answered, and she heard a small 'hello' from the other side. It wasn't Mayur, it was a feminine voice. One she hadn't heard for five years. The familiar female voice indicated that the person would start crying any time. Her breath hitched as she heard it, "Mum?" she breathed out, a lump forming in her throat as she heard a 'yes kid' from the other side. She ran back home without saying another word or hanging up the phone. They really are back!