Everywhere I looked... she wasn't there.
I'm sorry I left to suddenly, but really it was building up for a long time. I sent the letter to Molly in July. No reply, nothing. Then 3 weeks later I get a letter in the mail. My letter, with "return to sender" stamped on the front. It turns out the P.O. box has been closed. Auntie didn't have any more information. So I went to London to find Molly.
I did a little bit of research beforehand and decided to stay at a youth hostel in London. It wasn't scary at all. I shared a suite with some university students at first, and then some kids from Canada. We didn't talk much if we saw each other in the suite, other than to draw up a schedule for washing the dishes. OK, I was pretty leery at first and I was the youngest person there, besides being the only mutant, but after a while it seemed semi-normal. The staff seemed quite keen to keep an eye on me--perhaps Prof. X had spoken to them?
Anyways I spent most of my day out and about. I was pretty sure Molly enrolled at a university in London, but I didn't have any details. I started with UCL since it's a big, reputable school. Of course they wouldn't give me any information at the admissions office. So I basically just starting asking people if they knew my sister. I started with the science buildings, music buildings and the student union. I tried to think of places she would hang out at around campus, like any pubs with Welsh indie rock bands playing. No such luck. So I cast a wider net and started searching other nearby schools. Of course this meant longer hikes from my base on the south bank.
Eventually I moved to another hostel on Oxford Street so I could be more centrally located. I had my own room there but at 18 pounds a night it was more expensive. I started calling hospitals. I thought about calling the police but she's not really a "missing person" is she? Anyways I didn't want to draw more attention to myself than I already was. Of course there's mutants in London too, but there's danger in any city when you can be singled out as travelling alone.
Many nights I lay in bed at the hostel, thinking about how stupid my quest was and thinking I would return to the states in the morning. But the next day, I just didn't want to give up. Finally, I realized my funds were running out and I didn't want to get stuck in London with no way to get home.
Well, I'm back home now. And I slept in until 2 PM!