-1A/N: Okay so I have a study hall now and I can probably update more often.

(hopefully )

Anyway, ummm I really don't have much to say. So read on!

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It was a bright cheerful Sunday afternoon and like every Sunday the Pie Hole was busy. Little children begged their mothers for a slice of warm apple pie, while their mothers tried to get a pie for Sunday dinner. Old men sat in the corner with their coffee watching the little ones and talking about their young years. A little old Ethel sat in her usual spot at the counter, with her usual tea, ordering her usual pies, Boysenberry and Creamed Tuna.

Ethel McClure, ninety-three years, eighty-seven days, forty-three minutes, and twenty-eight seconds, lived with her six cats and had the same routine every Sunday. She would go to the Pie Hole and have her tea while she ordered her pies, one for herself and one for her cats.

Ethel had known the Pie Maker since he was a young boy. She had lived just down the block from him. Every Sunday, he would bring one of his mother's homemade pies to her house. She always gave him a small candy and a pinch on the cheek. She no longer gave him a small candy, telling him it would rot his teeth, but every Sunday, she still managed to pinch his cheek and tell him how big he was getting.

This Sunday had been unusually busy and Ned was in a hurry to finish the orders. He didn't really notice Ethel.

"Neddy, Neddy I'll see you next week. I have to be getting back to my cats now." She called to him in her raspy old voice.

Ned looked up in the direction of Ethel. "Oh Oh Ms. McClure. I didn't see you. Umm, I'll see you next week. Bye." Ned said then returned to his work.

Ned dealt with the rest of his costumers and began to clear the counter. As he got down to Ethel's seat he noticed that Ethel, being very old, had taken her teacup instead of her pies. Ethel was not very fast so Ned picked up her pies and walked out the front door to catch up with her.

He saw her down the road a bit and yelled out to her to get her attention. "Ms. McClure! Ms. McClure! Ms. McClure, you forgot your pies!"

Ethel couldn't hear him and he stepped out into the road to walk after her.

"Ms. McClu…" Ned was cut off by a shout from someone on the sidewalk.

"Get out of the road." Someone yelled but, it was too late Ned stood frozen in his tracks staring at a delivery truck headed right toward him.

The truck was going to fast and couldn't stop on time. It collided with him. Throwing him back and onto the ground.

Ned couldn't see anything. He could faintly hear the shouts of bystanders. But he couldn't make out which voice belonged to who and then he heard her.

"Ned? Ned. Oh God. Ned. Is he okay? What happened? Is he going to be okay? Emerson, Emerson is he going to be okay?"

Of all the voices he heard Chuck's was the clearest. He wanted to stay awake longer to hear her voice and try to assure her that he would be okay. But the darkness consumed him and he lost all consciousness.

A/N: All done! Chapter two is like almost half written. It's going to be Emerson and Chuck. Don't you just love Emerson. I want to fit Olive in somewhere but I don't know if she's going to be in the next chapter.

OH! I almost forgot. I might change the title. I don't really like this one so, if you have any suggestions let me know!

Okay whether you liked it or not please review. I like comments. . R&R!!!!!!!!