"Morning, sunshine. The usual?" "Yes, please. And a blueberry muffin today." "Blueberry, huh? Living on the edge." "Well, it's been a week. I deserve a little treat." The bell above the door chimed as a new customer walked in, bringing with them a gust of chilly autumn air. The smell of freshly baked goods and coffee wafted through the room, a comforting aroma that never failed to put one at ease. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you. Have you heard about old Mrs. Jenkins?" "What about her?" "She's missing. No one's seen her since yesterday." The hum of the coffee machine suddenly seemed louder than usual, punctuating the silence that followed. "Missing? You don't think...?" "I don't know what to think. It's not like her to just disappear." "That's true. She was always so punctual, even with her bingo nights." The clink of porcelain against the counter echoed through the bakery as the muffin was placed into a paper bag. "I hope she's okay. This town's been quiet for too long. We don't need any trouble." "You're right. Let's just hope it's nothing serious."