Little Mike and the Vampire

It all happened very quickly. We were in Burger King with Scurvy Jane and her nephew, Mike. He was drawing with some crayons when out of the blue, he shot us a serious look and said that he had something serious to do and would be right back. He picked up a crayon and paper and left on his own as if he wasn’t a 6 year old. I ran outside after him and there he was at a bus stop handing a strange note to a stranger: