[b][u]Gary Riley[/u][/b]

Gary stepped into the diner, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Quite busy for such an old-looking place, but that was to be expected he supposed. Small towns didn't generally have a lot of options when it came to restaurants. Truthfully, he enjoyed the atmosphere of places like this, though he wished there were fewer people. He had always preferred to eat alone and in silence - he didn't understand why so many people treated it as a social activity. Still, at least he might be able to hear out some gossip, even if it was rarely reliable.

He had arrived in town last night, and booked a cheap motel room. It was lucky that one was available, considering how many other journalists, reporters, and vloggers were visiting the town. He realized he would have to be quicker than usual in gathering the facts - his boss would be pissed if too many people came out with an article before he did.

Back to his current situation. The first thing in the room which caught his eye was the noticeboard decorated with "MISSING" posters, and he found himself temporarily forgetting about breakfast as he walked over to examine it. He did a quick scan of the list. One or two of the names had recognized - he had been conversing with random locals ever since his arrival, and some of them had relatives or friends who went missing. He quickly took out his phone and snapped a picture - it was likely the list would only grow, but it might help to know who exactly had gone missing thus far.

There were a few recent advertisements, and Gary turned his attention towards them. Most of them were of little value, though if there weren't more productive uses of his time, he might as well attend the UFO sighting party just so he could document it. Overall, the only thing that truly interested him was the Town Hall meeting. It would be an opportunity to hear out the official response, and maybe even meet some of the more active citizens. Social interaction was vital part of his job, despite his mild disdain for it.

He would stand by the noticeboard for a few more moments, before finally turning to go search for a seat... unless, of course, someone (or something) interrupted him...