Â«Itâ€™s taking too longÂ» thought Chev as he waited for the bus to come. But that was just an excuse. What he really wanted to do was to go in that supermarket and track her scent down. It was soâ€¦ familiar! Like he had smelled a scent like this one beforeâ€¦ and then it hit his mind. Â«Sheâ€™sâ€¦ sheâ€™s one of us! Can this really be? No, this isnâ€™t right! But what if she is? Â»  Those thoughts swirled into his mind like a vortex making his body start moving once again. This time when heâ€™d find her, he would talk to her. Listen to her name. Listen to her voiceâ€¦<br/><br/>He entered into the market trying to play it cool. He pretended he was searching for something to buy while roaming the vast corridors of the supermarket. Butâ€¦ where was she? Were she gone? For some annoying reason he couldnâ€™t track her scent anymore. He hoped that he wasnâ€™t wrong about her and kept roaming for a little longer leaving this mater half into luckâ€™s hands and half into his eyesightâ€¦