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Episode 2-21 |
Tom Residence It
was a very bad morning for everyone living in Kassie’s
house. There were police interviewing each family member
and bagging evidence. “I
told you guys this about three times already!” Darla
Tom cried out, covering her head with her hand. “A man
‘claiming’ to be a doctor came into the office after
Dr. Wyndham had left. He had a gun. I attacked him. The
gun when off – killing him. I was in shock, so I
grabbed Noah and left.” The
officer just wrote, looking fairly indifferent. “So...
Darla started, worried. “Did anything happen to Dr.
Wyndham?” The
officer flipped through his notes. “No. He had left
the office, and came back to a gathering of people. We
had suspected you of the crime.” Darla
jotted her head around, tired. “Well, it wasn’t.” A
second officer walked up the stairs of the house, and
met up with another coming out of Darla’s room. He
bagged the bloodied shirt she had worn the day before.
Kassie passed them both coming up, rocking Noah in her
arms. She was searching for Patrick Donavon. Suddenly,
Patrick came out of Darla’s room, chatting with an
officer. Kassie signaled for him to come to her. “Yes?”
he asked, approaching her. His walking was very much
improved, and he seemed to have much more energy than
anyone else there. “What is it?” “Why
are they so many people here?” Kassie asked. Waving
to an officer, he turned back to Kassie. “There was a
murder. Or, in this case, accidental homicide. Your
mother is clear of all charges, so they’ll be gone
very soon. They just had a lot of people available.” “This
is just so—” “—Unbelievable?”
Patrick finished. “I know.” Still
rock Noah, Kassie continued. “Do they know who
threatened my mother with the gun?” Pausing,
“They have taken her statement. It seems as if they
wanted information…” Kassie’s
eyes opened. “Like on the plane last year. Those
hijackers wanted information that my father had.” Patrick
nodded. “She mentioned your father in the list of
demands the attacker made.” If
you had warned us about the man being in North American,
none of this would have happened, Kassie thought
bitterly. “So… You never got word that these men
could have found us?” Patrick
shook his head. “No word.” Liar,
Kassie thought. “That is too bad.” Meanwhile,
Robert Carlyle had reentered the home after getting some
needed groceries. Baby foods and diapers, mostly.
“Everyone’s still here?” he asked, worried. Darla
excused herself from an officer and greeted Robert.
“They don’t want to leave,” she said, observing
the products she got. “ ‘Premium?’ Those are the
expensive diapers!” “Only
the best,” Robert began, “for my son.” Darla
looked around. “Keep your voice down…” “I’m
ready to be a father,” he started, bringing the
groceries to the kitchen. “And I am, no matter what
anyone says.” Darla
looked over at him nervously, her mind filling with so
many things to be worried about: Noah’s safety…
Noah’s paternity… people after information… Robert
looked as if her had something on his mind. “I’ve
got to get something…” “Okay…”
Darla said, watching him scammer away and into the hall.
She went to the baby food, but then heard a thumping
sound. “Wha—?” Rushing
into the hall, she saw Patrick finish his tumble down
the stairs. “What
did you do?” she heard Kassie screamed, rushing down
the steps. “Robert. Why did you push him?” Presence Memorial Hospital Dr.
Wyndham paced outside his office, but he was sure he
wasn’t going to be allowed inside. He picked up a
chart and went over to the nurse’s station. “Doctor?”
asked Nurse Betty, putting down some papers. “Where
are you going?” “To
check on a patient,” he replied, signing out on a
chart. “Page me if the police end their investigation,
okay?” Betty
nodded as Dr. Wyndham signed out for the day. Huber Residence “Make
sure everything goes as planned,” Ian Huber spoke on
the phone. He was dressed completely in black. “I want
everything to be perfect.” He
hung up the phone, and left the house. Consuelos Residence “C’mon!”
Mateo Consuelos called out, doing up the black tie on
his equally black suit. “Are you ready yet? We have a
funeral to get to!” When
no response came, he came into the guest room. He found
Skye Lore asleep in her sleek, black dress. She had her
dark hair pulled back in a bun. “Get
up!” Mateo called to her. “We need to get good seats
for the funeral… a funeral! How could you miss
such a euphoric event?” Skye’s
eyes opened up. “Sorry… I have just been feeling
weak all morning.” Mateo
grabbed her arm and lifted her up. “Don’t you just
fall asleep on me! We’ve worked hard to witness an
event like this.” “I
know…” Skye groaned. “I wouldn’t miss it. Not
after I’ve made so many plans.” Mateo
eyed her. “You can have some fun, but don’t go too
extreme.” Now
awake, Skye smiled to Mateo, straitening her dress. “I
have been saving all my power for this moment. Give me
some pleasure.” As
they exited the house, Mateo actually worried if Skye
would go too far. But he knew one this for sure. It
would a funeral to remember. Pacifica
Country Club Adam
King was fuming as he exited the limousine outside the
Pacifica Country Club entrance. He hadn’t been there
in over a year, and didn’t want to be there for
another year. His
father, Julian, his mother, Constance, and his brother,
John, were all arriving at the same time. “We’re
going to have a great time!” Julian announced,
wrapping his arm around his son. “You needed an outing
like this to bring you to your roots.” Adam
said nothing, but knew the whole place was a cesspool of
superficiality. No character to be found. It was drowned
in a sickening pool of champagne, pain, and expensive,
empty, unfulfilling cakes. “This
will be fun,” Adam said through his teeth. He only
wondered what his father’s agenda was. Constance
came up to her son. “I’m going to chat with Pricilla
and Lourdes. Be brave.” She smiled and headed to the
bar. John
entered the club, and disappeared in the mass of people. “Come
this way!” Julian told Adam. Despite knowing better,
Adam followed. He tailed his father who treaded along
the lush, green grass to a table. “I
can’t believe this!” Adam announced. He
was looking at Macy Winthrop. She was wearing an
elegant, white dress with a pastel sunhat. He was
sipping an unknown drink, and looking up at him. He
was set up. At
the bar, Constance greeted Lourdes and Pricilla. As
usual, they were both drinking heavily, and their
speeches were slurred. “I
can’t believe my husband has been cheating for three
years,” Lourdes spewed, putting down her drink. “I
should have seen it.” Constance
couldn’t help but smile. Everyone had know – even
Lourdes – that her husband had a mistress. Why she
spoke now, she didn’t know. “Oh!”
Pricilla gasped. “Did you hear the horrible news?” Constance
looked confused. “No.” Lourdes
lifted her hand to speak. “I can’t believe that
Alistair didn’t contact you. What a horrid man.” Looking
at her friends, Constance was indeed worried… Torres Residence “Stupid,
stupid, stupid…” Iris Torres kept repeating to
herself over and over. She had been in the kitchen all
morning, but hadn’t eaten a thing. Bo
Torres, her father, entered the kitchen. “What are you
muttering about.” “You,”
she replied. Bo
sat down at the table. “I’ll take it things didn’t
go too well with Adam.” “I
never saw him,” Iris finished, getting up. “I saw
him kissing a woman who turned out to be his ex-fiancé.” Bo
bowed his head. “Ouch.” “And
none of this would have happened if you hadn’t driven
the fact that I could have had a future with him.” “And
you believed me, which means if must have been true,”
Bo retorted. Iris
stuttered. “That is beside the point. I was perfectly
fine thinking that he was way out of my league.” She
paused. “And you could have done it on purpose. I know
that you’ve had that resentment towards me.” Bo
whipped his head up. “Don’t bring that up. I’m
over it.” “You
keep saying it, but I never believe it.” Iris went
over to the fridge and took out the orange juice. Presence Apartments: Giovanni Opening
her eyes to the bring sunlight, Gillian Evans tries to
decipher where she was at that moment. She turned over
in the bed and saw Giovanni Pike lying beside her. “Oh,
my God!” she gasped, getting up. “We didn’t—?” Giovanni
shook his head. “No. We just fell asleep together.” Feeling
reassured, she fell back into his arms. She could feel
that they hadn’t gone all the way in her own body. “This
feels good,” Gillian stated, turning over to him. She
traced her hand along his chest, and over small patches
of hair. He smiled, and it made her melt. It
felt so right. However,
Giovanni had something very important on his mind.
Something that his entire relationship depended on. The
tape. St.
Peter’s Catholic Church “Welcome.”
Father McMurdy greeted mourners to the funeral service.
They were all dressed in black, and took their proper
seats in the pews. The
Father froze as Skye and Mateo arrived, arms linked
together, to the church. He felt a terrible vibe, but he
greeted them without confrontation. Within
moments, Ian came up to the religious man. “Do you
think we should let them in?” Father
McMurdy shook his head. “They can’t do anything
harming in here. We have the powers of goodness all
around us…” Mateo
and Skye took a seat near the rear. “Where’s
the coffin?” Skye asked anxiously. People were still
standing around, whispering to each other. Mateo
poked her. “It is in the back, I believe.” With
that, Father McMurdy went to the front of the church and
stood at his podium. It was a fairly small building, so
his voice carried to everyone without a microphone. “We
are bringing out the casket,” McMurdy announced. He
stepped down, and the pallbearers came out and brought
the coffin to the front. “It
starts…” Skye grinned. She closed her eyes and was
in deep thought. Mateo
just looked forwards, wondering why kind of trouble Skye
was going to get them in. Within
a minute of the pallbearers leaving the casket, a cool
air blew through the church, and a few candles at the
front were extinguished. Ian
and Father McMurdy were both standing side-by-side at
the front. Ian covered his arms, and leaned over to the
Father. “That didn’t feel right…” Father
McMurdy nodded. “God will make everything right…” Mateo
grabbed Skye, who seemed like she was going to explode.
“Don’t bring to much attention…” It
looked as if it were too late. A much stronger gust of
wind blew past all the guests as a worried mumble of
talk erupted. All the candles’ flames had been
devoured by the cold wind. “It
is warm outside…” Ian muttered. “There is
something afoot…” “Skye…”
Mateo urged. Gisshh!
A light bulb burst above the guests and sparks flew into
the crowd of people. Screams were let out as some people
panicked. Mateo
shielded his head as a second light bulb exploded.
“Okay… We want to lay low…” He was surprised at
how worried he was. A
fluttering came from in the rafters above them. “What
was that?” Louder fluttering could be heard. Ian
looked around, trying to see what was making the sound. Father
McMurdy hit something away from his face. He looked to
the people in the church who could have thrown it at
him. No
one. “Look!”
Ian cried out pointing. “That is it!” Father
McMurdy looked to where he was pointing, and gasped. He
covered his mouth as the omen sent a chill down his
spine. “My,
God…” he muttered. It
was a raven. And
as the horrible fluttering became louder, clearer and
closer, he could only wonder what Hell was going to be
thrust upon them… Presence
Apartments: Giovanni Giovanni
got out of the bed, and made his way to his small
apartment’s living room. At the television, he got up
to the VCR. “Time
to destroy you…” he said. “No one’s going to
know that I made love to a sixteen year old when I was
twenty… In a porno flick, no less…” Turning
the VCR on to eject, he heard feet. “Gio?”
came Gillian’s voice. “What do you have there?” “Nothing,”
he replied. She
looked over to the VCR, and saw the delayed eject take
place. “What’s on the tape?” “Nothing,”
he repeated, nervous. Gillian
eyed him. “Are you trying to hide something…?” Evans
Residence Addy
Evans was sitting in the living room when the phone
rang. She quickly answered it and immediately recognized
the voice. “Brooke?”
Addy asked, double-checking. “Addy?”
Brooke questioned in return. “I know it has been a
long time, but had Gillian said anything about
the gift I gave her in the hospital?” Addy
was about to say ‘No,’ but a place developed in her
head. “Well?”
Brooke urged. “Yes,”
Addy replied. “She said she saw something on a tape
she got in the hospital. She seemed shocked. It must
have been big.” Brooke
remained silent. “She’s
at Giovanni’s right now,” Addy continued. “You
might need to go talk to her. She might need someone to
talk to.” “Good
idea,” Brooke stated. “Thanks.” Addy
smiled. “Believe me. It’s my pleasure.” As
they each hung up, Addy couldn’t help but grin. She
had just signed the death warrant to Gillian and
Giovanni’s relationship. Pacifica
Country Club It
had been a while since Julian had left them alone, and
Adam had no intention of being too rude. “What
did my father say to get you to come here?” Adam asked
seriously. Macy
felt terribly embarrassed. “He said that you wanted to
talk with me. I can’t believe that you would have
wanted to see me after how you blasted me in our last
meeting.” “My
father really wants you in my life,” Adam concluded.
“I’m sorry that he has dragged you back into my
life.” Macy
got up, and started to leave. “Wait,
Iris!” Adam called out, getting up. Macy
turned around. “Did you just call me ‘Iris?’ ” Adam
froze. “Sorry… I just—” “Don’t
bother explaining,” Macy responded, leaving. “I know
where your mind is. I’m sorry I ever came back into
your life.” Adam
stood sheepishly by the table. “John!”
Julian called out to his son. John
was sitting on a pale couch with a blonde woman in a
blue dress. He was leaning over her, his hand on her
leg. She was giggling. “John…”
Julian stated sternly. “Not now…” Exasperated,
he sent the woman on her way. “What is it?” “I
just wanted to know how your mayoral duties have been
going,” Julian responded. “And I didn’t want you
to make a fool of yourself in front of all these people.
Do what you want at home, but you need to remain
respectable here.” John
nodded sadly. “Yeah… yeah… About being mayor, it
is nothing but photo opts and signatures. Everyone else
I hire to do the work for me.” Julian
smiled. “That’s my boy.” “What
is this horrible news?” Constance asked. Pricilla,
sobering up for the news, put her drink down. “It is
about your brother and his wife.” Confused,
“What about Frederick and Fanny?” “They
were killed in a car accident yesterday evening, in the
Alps,” Lourdes said, sparing no emotions or time. Constance
covered her mouth at the awful news that her brother and
sister-in-law were dead. Torres
Residence “You
hated me?” Iris stuttered. “That
was the past,” Bo corrected. “I have just recently
come to the realization that it was an accident. I have
said this many times.” “Sorry,”
Iris groaned. “I think ten years of alienation from
family warrants a bit of skepticism.” Bo
got up and came to her. “I regret the choices I made
regarding you in the past,” he began. “If I could
turn back the clock ten years and act differently, I
would. All I have now to fix is the present. And I’m
trying.” “I
know…” Iris said emotionally. “I just left so
quickly, I hardly have any memories from my past. None
of old stuff.” “I
have it covered,” Bo stated. Iris
turned to him. “How?” “We’re
taking a field trip today,” Bo continued. “Where?” “To
San Francisco,” Bo finished. “To your old home; to
my current home. We can look for your old mementoes and
personal items.” Iris’
eyes welled up, and she wrapped her arms around him.
“Thanks you so much.” Tom
Residence Kassie
raced down to help Patrick, and knelt down beside him.
The scene felt familiar. She remembered when Patrick
fell down the stairs late November. “Patrick?”
Kassie called out to him. Stirring,
Patrick let out a moan and opened his eyes. He squinted,
and got up onto his feet. “I’m fine,” he groaned,
touching his head. “I’m experienced with these kinds
of things. Just a little bump.” The
police officers that had gather approached him. “You
sure you’re alright?” Patrick
nodded. “I’m good.” “Great,”
the officer started. “Because we’ve been called over
the Presence Memorial. There’s a crime scene that
needs help.” “That’s
alright,” Patrick said. “We’ll be fine.” The
officers leave through the front door. After it closed,
Kassie turned to Robert. “Why did you push him?” Robert
lifted his hands. “I swear it was an accident. All I
wanted to do was get a bottle upstairs, but them I ran
into Patrick.” Kassie
eyed him suspiciously, but turned her attention to
Patrick. She still had Noah in her arms, so she didn’t
want to start yelling. Darla
came over to Robert while Kassie and Patrick were out of
hearing range. “Did you push him?” “Of
course not,” he responded, but Darla knew the
‘look’ he had in his eyes. “I wouldn’t do
anything like that.” Darla
grasped his hand. “What ever is going on in that head
of yours, let me make something perfectly clear for
you.” “What?” “Don’t
tell anyone you’re the father,” Darla pleaded.
“You can be around him as much as you want, just
don’t say anything.” Robert
nodded, but checked his watch. “You
expecting someone?” Darla asked curiously. Robert
shook his head. “No. Just wanted to know the time.” Back
to the base of the stairs, Kassie was checking
Patrick’s head. “I don’t think there’s a
concussion.” “There
is nothing wrong,” Patrick insisted. “In fact, I
feel better than before.” “Really?”
Kassie asked, trying to keep Noah from falling. “How
so?” “My
memory,” he responded. “Maybe that whack brought
some of it back.” Kassie
smiled. “You mean like when we were at Natural
Exposure, and you said there was something that you just
couldn’t remember? Do you know what it is?” Patrick
shook his head. Just
then, the doorbell rang. Patrick, who was closest,
rushed over to the door. Both Robert and Darla came to
see who it was. Kassie passed Noah to Darla. “He’s
been good.” “Hello?”
Patrick greeted the man. The
man looked nervous. “Hi. Is Darla there?” Darla,
rocking Noah below the stairs, peered over. “Doctor
Wyndham?” He
nodded. “I… I just came to see how Noah was
doing.” “You
look nervous,” Kassie observed. Patrick
didn’t feel right about the doctor being there.
Something didn’t seem right. No right at all. Just then, Patrick saw an irregular shadow move around Dr. Wyndham’s. After a second, Patrick’s eyes opened wide. He dove on Kassie just as a gunshot rang out.
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