            "The French began seeing some kind of pattern in the disappearances," Harry said. When she turned her head, she found him picking at a loose thread in the loveseat’s armrest. "There’s been repeated sightings of the disappeared before they vanish entirely. Like the people are moving towards some location in the north of France. Dunkirk, maybe. Or Calais." Harry sighed and let go of the armrest. "They’ve only noticed for a couple weeks, though, so no one’s been able to pinpoint the location."