I hadn’t driven far through the low, rolling country when a massive cluster of mountains rose up before me, filling the horizon with a wall of green. Patches of sunlight played over the foothills, bringing their color into even sharper contrast with the still-gray peaks behind them. The sight amazed me; I just had to get a picture of this. I pulled over (into the driveway of a confused-looking farmer) and grabbed for my phone and the Lars… only the Lars weren’t there.
Where were those little green dudes? I checked my purse—nope. Not in the front seat, the back seat, the bag of clothes, the laptop case. Had I left them at my grandmother’s?
It’s okay, I tried to convince myself. They’ll find them. They can send them on to you. At least you didn’t leave them in a hotel room or a rest stop somewhere. I called my grandmother, doing my best to explain the problem, but the connection gave out. Panicking, I shot back into town and called again on a stronger signal. She and her partner searched the house as I rattled off every conceivable place I could have left them, but the Lars could not be found.
We’ll call you if we find them, Grandmother said.
I hung up in despair. How could I have lost those little buggers after only three high points? I’d worried about them falling off a cliff somewhere out West, or getting stolen from my car in some crime-ridden city (because everyone knows Pokemon-figurine thieves cluster at high altitudes), but never about plain old losing them, like some kid with her stuffed rabbit. What an idiot. I can’t believe-
-and then a memory from last night returned to me. I checked my laptop case one more time—and there they were in the tiny front pocket I’d skipped in my first frantic search.
I shoved the runaways into my purse, then called my grandmother again to apologize for the trouble. They’d been with me the whole time.
And you know what the irony is? I ended up taking that mountain-shot without the Lars.
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