“Who the hell is that guy, and why did you set me up like that,” DS demanded.
Samantha looked down at the man’s arms, still clutching her shirt. “Are you going to let go of me?”
DS, apparently unaware that he was still holding on to her, let go. “What did you get me into,” he asked again, defeated.
Samantha looked into his eyes. She didn’t want to set the meeting up in the first place. Feeling bad about doing it, she decided to tell him the truth. “His name is Christian. I set up the meeting for him because he rescued Bethany from that bank explosion. And…”
“He’s my father.”
“Your father? How is that possible? He looks the same age as you do.”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Well start explaining.”
Samantha sighed. Before the first word left her mouth, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She fainted. DS caught her before she hit the ground. He had seen her receive a vision before, but it had never caused her to faint. Worried, he dragged her over to the couch and laid her down. “What the hell is going on,” he asked himself aloud.
During the day, Whiting and his lawyer made a deal with the DA. In exchange for dropping the charges against Peppers and the police department, he plead guilty and was sentenced to life in the Rosewood Hills Mental Hospital, instead of jail time. When he arrived, all of the patients were in a recreation room. It was their time to be amongst each other. Whiting walked around the room, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. As he made his way towards one of the corners, he saw a man sitting alone at a table. Why this man had caught his attention, he didn’t know.
He started to walk away, but then he remembered who it was. That’s the priest, he thought. At first, he was unsure if he should approach the man. He knew that the priest was somehow connected to the man he tried to blow up. All he needed to do now is find out how. Turning around, he walked back and sat down at the table. “Hi,” he began. “My name is Bradley. What’s yours?”
“I’m Father Michaels,” he replied, not seeming interested.
“What’re you doing here?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Look, Bradley, I’m trying not to be rude, but I’ve been questioned about this all day. I don’t remember what happened before I got here, so I’m not sure why they have me in here. And I really don’t want to be grilled about it again.”
“I’m sorry. I was just curious about why a priest would end up in this place.”
“No, I’m the one who should apologize. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“It’s all right. Today just hasn’t been my day.”
“Do you want to talk about it? I may just be another patient, but it may help to let it out.”
Whiting told the story of what happened at the van. He left out what he was doing in the van, but told him almost everything else. When he described the man who had destroyed his life, he caught a hint of recognition on Father Michaels’ face. He stopped his story and asked the priest if something was wrong.
“The man you described seems familiar to me,” he answered.
“You know someone like that,” Whiting questioned.
“Maybe. Tell me more.”
“The name on his driver’s license is Christian and his apartment just had an unfortunate accident…”
DS stood over Samantha’s limp body. He was wondering what he should do for her. After trying to revive her, he just decided to watch over her until she awoke. He didn’t hear the door behind him open or see the man walk in behind him. A sharp pain ran down his spine as he felt something hard slam into the back of his neck. He crumbled to the floor. As darkness washed over him, he saw a figure standing over him, but couldn’t tell who it was. Then he was gone.
Christian stepped over DS and began to shake his daughter. When he realized she wasn’t asleep, he gave up. He heard a noise from down the hallway. His first instinct was to attack this new threat, but he remembered who else was in this house. Peering around the corner, he saw a little blonde girl walking towards him.
He picked her up and listened to her giggle. “What are you doing up, little one?”
“I had a bad dream, Grampa.”
“What was it about, Bethany?”
“This bad man came after me. He was trying to take me away.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone take you away.”
Bethany smiled at him, reassured. Then she looked down at the two people laying in the living room. Looking back into Christian’s eyes, she asked, “Are Mommy and Daddy sleeping?”
A look of disappointment crossed his features. “Yes, honey,” he said. “Mommy and Daddy are sleeping.”