Emily moved up the steps, entering Master Wayne's bedroom. She set the laundry basket down and began to fold the clean clothes, putting them away in their proper place. Mrs. Wayne wandered in, smiling at Emily and opening the closet.
"Emily, do you know where my coat is?" she questioned. Emily lifted it off the dresser, and held it up.
"I just got it back this afternoon, and was going to hang it up in just a few moments," she replied, helping Mrs. Wayne into it. "You and the male Wayne's have an enjoyable time tonight, alright?" she asked, smiling. Mrs. Wayne nodded.
"We always do, Emily. Thank you so much, I greatly appreciate all you've done for this family…" Emily smiled softly, and nodded.
"Your so very welcome, Mrs. Wayne…Oh, Mrs. Wayne," she said suddenly, catching her at the door.
"Yes?"
"Did Master Wayne finish his will like he had hoped? Because if he would like, I can put it with his files while you are out." Mrs. Wayne smiled happily.
"He'd enjoy that. Its on his desk in his office right now, Emily. We'll see you when we get back. Have a good night!" she called, heading off.
"You as well, Mrs. Wayne!"
Emily dropped some clothes over the laundry line in the backroom, clipping them up on the line. Water dripped methodically onto the floor by her feet, and she strung up all the clothes, picking up the basket, and putting it by the laundry shoot in the wall.
"Emily!" a voice called. She moved to the foot the steps, looking up at Alfred.
"Yes, Alfred?" she questioned. His face was twisted in horror, fear, and sadness. "What's wrong?" she asked, concern filling her face and voice as she hurried up the steps.
"It's the Master and his wife….Mr. and Mrs. Wayne have been….murdered." Emily's eyes were wide, and she stared at him in surprise and horror.
"Oh my goodness, no…" she whispered, looking down at the floor.
"Yes…shot multiple times…and the young master witnessed it all," he said, nodding towards the phone. "The Lieutenant just called to tell me. He's taking the new Master Wayne to the hospital for a check, and then bringing him home. Would you get his room prepared?" he asked. Emily nodded, saddened by the news, and scurried up the steps, quickly cleaning up Bruce's bedroom. She took a deep breath, unable to believe what she had been told. She closed her eyes. . . . . . . .
He smirked at her.
"So you work for the Wayne's, eh?" he asked, his dark his shining a little in the light. She nodded, and looked around.
"Yes, I do…can we go in now?" she asked, motioning to the restaurant where they were to have dinner.
"Not yet…do you know their plans ahead of time?" She gave him a confused look.
"Yes, Joe, I do…"
"What's their plan this week? I'm just curious," he said, smiling. She sighed.
"They are taking their son to the show this week…why?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No reason, he said, and smirked softly as he followed her to the door.
Emily bit her lip.
"I may have been responsible," she whispered, and shook her head, racing to her room, and packing her things quickly. She stuffed her clothes, and anything else she could into a duffle, and sneaked from the house, sliding thru the darkness and into the night.
Bruce raced in the door, clutching tightly to Alfred, who held him, too.
"Young Master, I heard. I am terribly sorry about your parents." He sniffled, tears streaming down his face, and Alfred led him up the steps. "Come, you must rest. You've had a long, trying evening." Bruce followed him up the steps, clutching to his hand.
"O…Okay, Alfred…" Alfred stepped into Bruce's room, looking around. The door was wide open, and his light was on.
"Emily prepared your room, but I'm quite curious as to where she's gone to…"
Little did either one of them know at the time, Emily had vanished into the night.