A camera crew stood on the porch of a craftsman home that belonged on the cover of the “Home & Living” magazine. Charlene Addison was being interviewed by a documentarian, Slaven Kranjic about the state of prosperity in the east side of Stoneybrook.

“It’s a wonderful place to grow up. There’s a bike train that a teacher from school has organized. Over two hundred kids bike through the neighborhoods together to get to school. Not only are they environmentally conscious, but their active start to the day helps fuel their academic ambitions,” Charlene said.

Autumn had hit the town of Stoneybrook in full blast. A sweeping range of yellows, oranges, and reds dominated the color scheme throughout the town. The rustle of leaves and satisfying crunch underfoot was married by the brisk, cinnamon and clove filled air that wafted through Main Street. Blackbird bakery was locally famous for their morning buns. Slaven slowly chewed on one, lost in the minutiae of flavor, as Charlene kept on her spiel about the wonders of the Northeast and Stoneybrook.

“What about the incident eleven years ago? Do the townspeople feel safe in Stoneybrook knowing their was once a massive abduction event?”

Charlene froze. Her movements became lagged like a midnight YouTube video after torrenting too many movies.

“What do you mean ‘feel safe’? Stoneybrook is the safest place you can be. Stoneybrook is home,” she said as her eyes became obsidian pools. She cocked her head at Slaven and repeated the question. Slaven thought her pupils had broken somehow. He was wrong. Just like the information on the abduction of Stoneybrook was wrong.