Missing

He entered the apartment after four hours of fruitless hunt through the city and slumped on the floor. The TV was still blaring with death figures and burning houses. He closed his eyes covered them with his palms. She had stomped out of the house after a very verbal fight. He had sworn he would never see her face again. And then he switched on the TV.

He heard the doorknob click and she walked in with a stony expression. Her anger turned to surprise when she saw his tear stained face.

"Where were you?" he almost choked, still on the floor.

"Terrace" she replied as if this was the most obvious place to be for four hours. Her gaze shifted to the news and understanding dawned.

She knelt down and embraced him, biting down her laughter. He crushed her against himself.