Simon remembers running. "Marcy!" He yelled.
He thought he heared her young voice, but it was just someone's television.
He saw what he thought was a flicker of her jean overall dress, but was just a thrown out something.
He thought he smelt the strawberry spritz she sprayed on herself and Hambo every day, but was rewarded with a broken bottle in an alley.
He had asked everybody, if anybody has seen his sweet Marcy. His pleads were met with indifference and disgust. He even went to the police, and they dared to try and tell him she didn't exist.
His poor, little girl was probably cold, alone and afraid with some maniac!
He remembers going to detectives. He grew hopeful when they listened to his story. They had wanted to help. Until he told them about his sickness.
Then they went to the police. They said he killed his baby girl. Who do you think they believed?
"Mr. Petrovik !" Another news reporter yelled while scampering behind me. I hurried along, trying to avoid any more of those sick freaks.
"MR. Pertrikov. " the lady panted. The camera man bent over slightly. She then perked up and sunnily said into the camera "I'm Lucia Space-Palimo. I'm here with-"
I interrupted her by saying "No comment, Miss Palimo. "
"Mr. Petrikov , will you confirm that your daughter-"
" Look-miss, I'm sorry but unless you can help me find her, I don't want to hear any more questions or false accuses. I would appreciate it if you leave me to my peace. "
"B-but, Mr. Pertrikov-"
"Please, Miss-"
"Mr. Pertrivok, don't you agree that if you were to tell your side of the story,the public would be more interested in helping her? Marceline, Right?"
Simon stopped. Damn, why did that make sense? He sighed. You have to do it Simon. For her.
He turned and looked at the news reporter and said solemnly. " Not here. Can we arrange a meeting, say, tomorrow?" He asked. She looked astonished and pleased.
"Of coarse. Just,Ah..c-come to CBN at around...Uh,2:00?"
He nodded and said dryly,"Its not as if I have anything else to do. Im assuming you will be conducting the interview?"
She said "Y-yeah. I'll talk to my supervisor. "
He solemnly nodded his head " I wouldn't agree to it otherwise. And Miss Palimo"
She turned back to look at him.
"Remember. This is for Marcy."
Authors Note: Hi,Um, ok you really don't need to read this unless you have read another one of my story's,which I doubt you have. I'm currently proof reading my two other storys. I didn't end up deleting. Also, criticism is welcome. Lucia Space-Palimo is this slight AU's LSP