Title: Destiny Calling
Rating: PG-13 to R, for language and violence, might go higher but probably not.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Story idea belongs to Jon Harmon and the creators of Tru Calling, and the characters belong to Josh Schwartz and the creators of the O.C.
Summary: Tru Calling with OC characters.
Note: I'm sort of writing this like a season, with each post being an episode, if you will. I'm not sure how many "episodes" there are going to be, but probably around 20 in the first season. This one is long, but it's a pilot, and double spaced, lol.
Episode 101
Pilot/ Let the Madness Begin
1995, 12 years ago
Marissa stood over her mothers dead body, crying slightly. Her dad, and younger brother, Seth and older sister Kaitlin Cooper, stood next to her. After a few moments, the other three went over to the first pew in the church and sat down. Marissa continued to look down at her mother, and then she heard her mom's voice.
"Marissa, I love you honey, and it's not your fault. I forgive you." she said to her, and then Marissa felt a sense of peace. Marissa left her mother's side and walked over to the pew and sat down between her siblings.
"Mom talked to me, and she forgives me. It's all going to be ok." she said quietly to her sister.
"Mom is dead. She couldn't talk to you. And furthermore, she was murdered in front of you, what part of that is ok?" Marissa stood up when the preacher indicated that they should, but she knew that her sister was wrong. Everything was going to be ok.
Present Day
Marissa raced down the sidewalk, trying to get to the auditorium on time for her graduation. She'd overslept, and this was one thing she didn't want to miss. She checked her watch and ran a little faster, her community college was in sight. She pushed herself just a little harder and burst into the auditorium just as her name was called.
"Marissa Cooper!" The biology teacher called. She went up and took her diploma, smiling brightly into the crowd. She saw Summer waving at her from the third row, but didn't see her dad or either sibling anywhere. She sighed inwardly, but she hadn't been to hopeful of their coming anyway. She stepped off the stage and took her place in the crowd.
Two hours later:
"Here's to college finally being over!" Summer said, raising her martini with Marissa. The two had left the ceremony an hour ago, and they had hit a bar right afterwards. They each drained their drinks and set them down. "So, I'm sorry that your family didn't show," Summer said sympathetically.
"That's ok, they probably had more important things to do. Seth was probably gambling, Kaitlin probably met a client, and Dad, well, Dad has no interest in the lives of his kids from his first marriage." Marissa replied. "So, we're doing the girls night thing tonight, right? Drinks here, then Blockbuster and movies at my place until we pass out."
"Works for me. A nice night of relaxing after four years of hard work. Just great movies, food, and friends."
"I'll clink to that." They toasted with their new drinks again, and continued laughing the night away.
Monday morning:
Marissa's alarm went off at 8:30, and she moved her arm to it and hit the button irritably. She accidentally hit the picture frame on her bedside table in her haste, and it shattered to the floor. Summer groaned from next to her. They had had a lot to drink last night, and they were both really hung over.
"Uh, I think I'm going to be sick," Summer said, jumping up from the bed and running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Marissa rolled slowly out of bed and grabbed some clothes from her closet. Summer exited the bathroom a few minutes later and went into the kitchen to get some water, and Marissa went into the bathroom and got into the shower. As soon as she was showered, dressed, and ready for her day, she took a couple Aspirin for her pounding headache and walked into the kitchen. Summer was sitting at the counter drinking coffee and rubbing her head. She smiled at Marissa when she walked in. Just as she was about to say something, Marissa's phone rang. She turned on the tv as she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey sis, it's me, your loving brother Seth who's in just a little bit of a bind."
"What kind of a bind?"
"The kind that requires o, say, 1500 dollars to get out of."
"1500 dollars?? Seth, you know I don't have that kind of money!" She exclaimed as she saw the days lottery numbers roll out. 7, then 29,then 04 and then 34...
"But, I lost this bet, and if I don't pay the guys…"
"Seth, I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to work this one out on your own."
"Fine. Thanks for nothing!"
"Anytime," she said, and hung up. She looked at Summer who began to talk.
"So, I had a thought. Since Debbie moved out last week, and I got kicked out of my apartment, and you now have this extra bedroom, I thought that, maybe, you'd be looking for a new roommate."
"And you're offering?"
"Yep. I mean, it'd be so much fun. Best friends living together, keeping each other company. Huh, what do you say?"
"I say it sounds awesome. But, we'll have to finish this talk a little later because my internship at the hospital starts today. So, I'm going to go and wow them, and then when I get back, we'll dot the i's and cross the t's on this you moving in thing, sound good?"
"Definitely. Good luck with your internship."
"Thanks. See ya later."
Thirty minutes later:
"What do you mean you lost your funding? I was counting on this internship?" Marissa said to the doctor.
"I know you were, and we're very sorry, but we can't afford interns right now. But I'll tell you what. There's a guy about ten blocks from here who I'm sure has a spot for you." He wrote down a name and address and handed her a small slip of paper. She took it from him and glanced at it. "You were a track star, right?" She nodded in response. "Ok, then run on down there and see this guy. Tell him I sent you and I'm sure he'll have something."
Thirty minutes later- City Morgue
"Are you sure that you want this internship? I mean, not to sound weird, but most girls as pretty as you that come in here are, well, dead," said the morgue manager, Sandy Cohen, to Marissa, and he chuckled nervously.
"Well, my internship at the hospital fell through, and I really need a medical internship for Stanford, so… here I am."
"Well, we do have a position as an assistant. You would tag the bodies and collect the samples and personal effects."
"Samples?"
"Head hair, pubic hair, fingernails. DNA stuff mostly. Sound like a job you'd be interested in?"
"Not exactly, but I really don't have a choice so I'll take it."
"Great. Ok, well let me show you around the place." He led the way down a long hallway and into a room lined with metal doors. "This is the crypt. Any death that might be considered unnatural comes here to await an autopsy."
"Unnatural death?"
"Yes. That means almost every body. Because if there's even a hint that a death might be unnatural, murder, suicide, they come here."
"So every crypt…"
"Has a body, yes. That's right. Can you imagine the pain of losing someone before their time?" He asked her. She flashed back to her mother's funeral.
"Yeah, I can imagine it. So you're saying that most of the people in this crypt shouldn't be dead?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"So, when do I start?"
"Tonight, the graveyard shift. Starts at midnight, is that ok?"
"That's fine. I'll be here. Thank you Mr. Cohen."
"Call me Sandy, Mr. Cohen makes me sound old."
"Right, thank you Sandy. So, I'll see you tonight at midnight, right?"
"Yeah, I'll help you start but then I'm off. But you won't be alone your first night."
"Great, I'll see you then."
Midnight- The Morgue
"Ah, Marissa, good," Sandy greeted her. She smiled in response and put her jacket and purse on the desk in the office.
"Ok, well, there's a body coming in in about fifteen minutes. I'll stick around and show you what to do, and then my shift is over. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, that sounds fine. How do you know that the body is coming in?"
"Because I got the call an hour ago to send someone for pickup."
"Oh, of course. Do we know anything about…"
"Her. She was shot on 3rd street in front of that shoe store."
"Oh, Shoe Emporium, I love that store." Sandy looked at her strangely. "But that's really not the point, is it?" Sandy smiled at her and continued talking.
"Yeah, they already caught the guy that did it. He was an escaped mental patient, he hitchhiked in from New York City. He went out and bought a gun and went to 3rd and just started shooting. He fired three shots, the first two didn't hit anything, but the third hit this girl. It was just a matter of…"
"Wrong place, wrong time. God, what a horrible way to die. So what else…"
"Marissa, just so we're clear, we don't solve the crimes. We just tag the bodies."
"I'm sorry, I was just curious."
"It's not a crime, I just wanted to make sure we were clear. But if you figure out what happened to a body, the police love to know. They're not always the greatest at solving crimes."
"Yeah, I know that." She thought for a moment, then spoke again. "When I was younger, I always wanted to be a detective, but I wound up at med school instead."
"How'd you manage that?"
"Well…"
"Got a body here!" came a voice from right outside the office. A man came in wheeling a body. He spotted Marissa. "Wow, are you the new intern?"
"Yes, Zach, this is Marissa. She'll be working here for awhile. Marissa, this is Zach."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too. Man Sandy, generally the interns around here are not that pretty. The only ones that pretty are dead. You sure you didn't just reanimate her corpse or something?" The two guys laughed and walked together into the examination room, and Marissa rolled her eyes and followed.
"Are either of you guys married or dating anyone?"
"No," they said simultaneously.
"Figures," she said to herself. They all walked into the exam room and the two men set the body bag on one of the tables. Marissa walked over to the table and stood by to watch. They pulled the bag away from her face to reveal a young blonde girl who was about Marissa's age. The pulled the bag the rest of the way off to reveal a butterfly tattoo on her arm. She had a blood stain on her shirt where she had been shot.
"Go through her bag and find her ID, would you?" Sandy said to Marissa. She picked up the black purse and pulled out her wallet.
"Ok, her name is Alexandra Kelly, age 23. She's not from around here, this is an L.A. drivers license."
"Anything about where she lives, or any other info, next of kin?"
"Um," Marissa said, pulling her appointment book out of the bag. "It said she had a meeting to see an apartment over on Peach Street yesterday. That's just a couple of blocks from me. And then today there was "Lunch with Jodie at Taryn's Diner" at one today."
"Ok, that could be either a friend or girlfriend, or sister, who knows. And where's Taryn's Diner, I've never been there? See who's first on her speed-dial, or see if she has a first of contact in her cell." Marissa pulled out her cell phone, and found the heading ICE in her address book. She opened it and found the name for first person to call in case of an emergency.
"The name is Jodie Martinez. It says she's her roommate. And it's on ninth, it's a great diner, you should go sometime, it's not far from here.
"How do you know that?"
"Well, the two have the same address, Peach Street, Maplewood Apartments, Apartment 7. They must have bought that one they were shown yesterday. What a great way to start off your new life. You know, with moving from LA to just outside New York City, and then two days later your best friend and roommate dies."
"You're right, that would be terrible," Zach said to her as he walked over to a white board and put the name Alex Kelly, 23 on the next available row, which was 33.
"Alright, I'm going to put her name down in the crypt and open door 33, and then I'm out of here. Have a good first night, Marissa. If there's another body, which is unlikely considering the hour, I'll bring them in. I'm on call."
"Thanks, I guess. "Ok," she turned to Sandy, "how do I do this?"
"Well, first, you're going to strip the body. You just cut the clothes off if they already know who killed her. If it's a strangulation crime or close point shot, you don't destroy the clothes because they could have evidence on them."
"K, got it. Next…wow." She finished cutting her clothes off, and it was unsettling seeing a naked dead body before her.
"Wow what?"
"She was just, really attractive."
"Yeah, it's a damn shame, that's for sure. Ok, next you're going to cut samples of her head hair, pubic hair, and fingernail clippings. Wait, gloves."
"Oh, right, sorry." She put the gloves on and cut the hair and fingernail samples, noting the purple streak that she had in her hair.
"Ok, now you need to get her personal effects. Jewelry mostly, but sometimes they're holding something. And you'd put it in an evidence bag like this one and later deposit it in evidence. Her purse and shopping bags would go there too." Marissa took a heart shaped necklace off her neck and put it in the evidence bag, and then took her rings and bracelets off and bagged them too.
"Alright, that's all done. Anything else?"
"That's about it. Just fill in the parts of the chart that the cops left blank, and then you move the body to the crypt and put the body in the right box, for want of a better term. In this case, box 33."
"Ok, that's it. I don't remove the bullet?"
"No, not until the cops seal the investigation, and it wouldn't fall to us to remove it, it would be the investigators or person who performs the autopsy. We wouldn't want to tamper with evidence. So, let's finish her chart. Ok, Alex Kelly, 23, killed by a single bullet to the heart, DOA, but cops are placing her death at 10:38. Do you know how to take vitals?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, well, next body you'll do that, but I already took them. Possessions she had on her, done. Tattoos- umm, well, it looks like a butterfly on her right arm," he gently lifted the body enough to see the other side of her. "and a medium sized black tattoo on her lower back. I can't really tell what it is."
"And she's got a J on her left breast, kind of at the side on the top, near her chest, so it would be visible when she's wearing a low cut shirt."
"Yeah, very good. And no piercing other than her ears. That's about it. No distinguishing features, birth marks, that kind of stuff. So, the chart is done. Now we're going to move her to the crypt and put her in a drawer."
"Ok. Wait, won't someone need to identify the body."
"Yeah, but they can do it from the crypt. Speaking of which, call her friend, Jodie, was it, and have her come down and identify the body."
"Wait, me, I don't know what to say."
"Just be tactful. Tell her that we found a body that we believe may be her friend, but she needs to come and identify the body since she's listed as her next of kin."
"Ok, I'll try my best." Sandy wheeled the body into the crypt and Marissa went into the office, picked up the phone, and dialed the number that was listed in Alex's cell phone. It rang twice and then a feminine, sort of husky voice answered. It sounded like she'd been sleeping.
"This had better be important."
"I'm so sorry to bother you at this late hour, Ms. Martinez, but I have some very bad news. I'm with the city morgue, and I need you to come down here and identify a body."
"What are you talking about?"
"A 23 year old girl named Alex Kelly was killed earlier this evening, and she has you listed as her emergency contact. Ms. Martinez?" She said as she heard something crash.
"Alex is dead?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Would you be willing to identify the body?"
"So it might not be her?"
"Maybe not, that's why we need someone to identify her." She heard the other girl crying, but a few seconds later, she agreed to come down and hung up.
"Did you get her?" Sandy asked from the doorway.
"Yeah, she said she'll be here in a few minutes. God, that was really hard."
"I know, it's always hard. A lot of the times the police inform them, so you won't have to call the next of kin much."
"That's a relief, I'm not sure that I want to be the person who informs people that someone they love is dead."
Thirty minutes later:
A short brunette came into the office about half an hour after Marissa called her.
"I'm Jodie Martinez, I got a call about Alex Kelly."
"Hi Ms. Martinez, I'm Marissa Cooper, we spoke on the phone. This is Sandy Cohen, he's the manager." She nodded in response to both of them, but she was clearly not in the mood for pleasantries. She had tear tracks down her face and her hair was a mess. She's probably rushed right over here without doing anything other than throwing on a coat.
"Ms. Martinez, if you'll come this way please," Sandy said, and led her to the crypt. He went over to door 33 and opened it and slid out the drawer. The body was covered with a plastic sheet. Sandy slid the sheet from her face, and Jodie burst into tears. Marissa gently pulled her into a hug, trying to offer what she could to a person she'd never met. Sandy slid the drawer back in and shut the door, and the two ushered Jodie out of the room and back to the office. After a few minutes, she pulled herself together, and told them that Alex was her roommate and best friend and that they'd just moved there from LA together. She was too shaken up to say much else, so Sandy walked her to the door and gave her a number to call the next day to receive more information.
"It'll get easier," he said to Marissa once Jodie had left.
"Huh?"
"Meeting the friends, seeing the bodies, it'll get easier with time."
"God I hope so."
"Alright, well, I'm headed home. There shouldn't be any more excitement tonight. Your shift ends at eight, so, just hang out until then. There's stuff to do on the computer if you get bored."
"Wait, is someone else coming in?"
"No, not until eight. The graveyard shift is just you, with Zach on call, but there's rarely pickups in the middle of the night. You should be fine."
"But you said I wouldn't be alone my first night."
"You won't be, you've got 33 people just a few doors down." Marissa continued to look incredulous, so he relented. "You'll be fine, and if there's any problem, just call me and I'll come in, my numbers right there. Goodnight."
"Night." He left the room, and a few seconds later she heard the elevator doors close, and she knew that she was alone. "Why the hell did I ever agree to take this job, this place is beyond creepy." She grabbed the magazine she'd brought, and began to read. About thirty minutes went by, and then, she thought she heard a voice.
"Hello?" she called out. Someone seemed to be whispering something, so she called out again. "Hello, is someone there?" She left the office and walked down to the crypt, where the noises seemed to be coming from. She opened the door and didn't see anyone. "Very funny, hazing the new girl, but you can stop it now. Please?" The whispers continued, and she began to get very freaked and began opening the doors to the drawers. She opened about ten and didn't find anything out of the ordinary, and then she got to number thirty three. She slowly opened it up and pulled the drawer out and lifted the plastic from her face. "Stop being insane Marissa, no one's here." But then she heard a voice that she would never forget.
"Marissa…" Marissa looked back down at the body. Then, suddenly, the body's head turned towards her and her eyes opened. "Help me!"
Flashes of her day were seen as she was sent back in time. She woke up to the alarm clock at 8:30. She brought her arm over to hit it, and accidentally hit the picture in the process, knocking it to the floor. The glass shattered.
"Wait, didn't that happen yesterday?"
"Uh, I think I'm going to be sick," Summer said, jumping up and racing into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"What a weird fucking dream. I feel like I've done this before though." Shaking off the dream and feeling, she went into the bathroom after Summer was done and took a shower and got dressed and took a couple of aspirin. She exited the bathroom to find Summer sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in her hand. Just as Summer was about to speak, her cell phone rang. Marissa turned on the tv as she answered it.
'Hello?"
"Hey sis, it's me, your loving brother Seth who's in just a little bit of a bind."
"Seth, we had this conversation yesterday, and I told you, I don't have that kind of cash."
"What do you mean we had this conversation yesterday? We didn't talk yesterday. And while we're on the subject, sorry I missed your graduation, but something came up."
"Seth, are you about to tell me that you need 1500 dollars because of some bet?"
"Yeah, how'd you know that?"
"I'm not sure yet." She turned towards the tv and watched the lottery numbers roll out. The first one was 7. "29," she said to herself, and a 29 appeared on the screen. "4," and the next number was 4. "34." and as she said it, the number 34 appeared on the screen.
"Seth, I'll call you later." He began to protest, but she hung up before he could. She turned to Summer.
"So, I had a thought. Since Debbie moved out last week, and I got kicked out of my apartment, and you now have this extra bedroom, I thought that, maybe, you'd be looking for a new roommate."
"Summer, are you going crazy, we already did this yesterday?"
"What are you talking about, yesterday was graduation."
"No, yesterday was Monday."
"No, it was Sunday. Honey, did you hit your head or something?"
"No, it was Monday, I remember because I started my internship, but it had fallen through and I had to take a job at a morgue."
"Morgue, internship falling through, Marissa, your internship starts today. And you're going to be late, so you'd better hurry."
"But… I did this yesterday."
"Maybe you should skip out on this internship, you don't look so good."
"No, I'll be fine, thanks Sum."
"Bye, good luck."
Marissa ran down to the hospital to see about her internship, but, just as she'd feared, they told her that their funding had fallen through, but there was an internship available at the morgue. She took the piece of paper they gave her (again) and ran to the morgue to solve this once and for all. She got there a few minutes later and talked to Sandy Cohen again.
"You've really never met me before?"
"No, I'm positive that I would have remembered meeting you. So are you sure you want this internship? I mean, not to sound weird but most girls that come in here are… wait, where are you going." Marissa had stopped listening after he assured her that they'd never met before, and was already running towards the crypt. She burst into the room and ran over to door 33, opened it, and stepped back. It was empty.
"Yeah, um, go ahead and open one. Are you sure you've never worked in here before?" She went over to the white board, but the name Alex Kelly was nowhere to be found. The spaces were only filled up to 32.
"Last night, there was a body brought in here, Alex Kelly, she was 23."
"No, there was no Alex Kelly brought here. Why, was she a friend of yours or something?"
"Yeah, or something. So, graveyard shift tonight, right?"
"Uh, yeah, you want the job?"
"I'll take it," she called back as she ran out of the morgue.
'Strange girl," Sandy commented to himself as he closed door 33.
Marissa ran down to the corner and stopped, trying to catch her breath. She thought back to yesterday, or her yesterday, trying to remember what she could about Alex Kelly. She remembered her address, where she was killed and where she was meeting Jodie in… she checked her watch, thirty minutes. She could catch her there. She walked the few blocks to the diner, wondering what the hell had happened to her. She remembered Alex asking for help last night. A dead body asked for my help last night, I'm out of my mind. She entered the diner and sat down at the counter and ordered a coffee and scone. She consulted her watch again and saw that Alex should be there any minute. Just as she looked up, the door opened, and in she walked. The same girl who had been lying on an exam table with a bullet through her heart just twelve hours ago. She glanced around the diner, probably looking for Jodie, and, when she didn't see her, she sat down at a booth and ordered a drink from the waitress who walked over to her. Marissa took a deep breath, walked over to her and stood there for a moment before speaking.
"Hi, are you Alex Kelly?" She turned in her seat a bit to look at her.
"Um, yeah, I am, who are you."
"I'm Marissa. Can I talk with you for a minute."
"Well, I am meeting someone, but, she's always late, so sure, sit." Marissa sat down across from her. "What's this about?" Alex asked her.
"Well, there's really no easy way to say this, mostly because you're going to think I'm insane. Hell, I think I'm insane." She paused for a moment to try and decide how to put this. "Don't go shopping on third street today. Especially not around ten thirty. Were you planning on going down there?
"Yes, and why shouldn't I?"
"There's an escaped mental patient, and he's going to buy a gun, and you're going to be on the receiving end of one of the bullets."
"Excuse me?"
"I know it sounds insane but…"
"Are you threatening me?"
"What, no, of course not, I'm just telling you that you shouldn't go down there tonight because it will not end well."
"Ok, you need to get and stay the hell away from me."
"But…"
"Is there a problem over here?" said a short brunette, whom Marissa recognized as Jodie from the night before.
"No, no problem. She was just leaving." Alex said to Jodie.
"But, I'm not insane, you really are in danger."
"Ok," Alex said as she stood up, "I'm leaving. You need to stay away from me and my friends. And maybe get some psychiatric help." She linked arms with Jodie and the two walked out of the diner. Marissa heard Jodie ask what that was all about, and she sighed heavily. This was going to be harder than she thought.
She spent the next eight hours trailing Alex, hoping that she would stay far away from third street, but it was a losing battle. At ten o'clock, she was two stores down from the store that she got shot in front of last night. Marissa ducked into the store that the two girls were in, trying to remain out of sight. She went around a clothing rack and looked over at the girls, but only Alex was there. Where was…
"Ok, this is getting out of hand," said Jodie's voice from behind her, and she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the back of the store. "There is a law against stalking, and I think that Alex made it very clear that you were to stay the hell away from her. Now I don't know what your issue is, but this stops now."
"Listen, I know that you both think I'm crazy, but I'm not. If Alex doesn't leave third street and go far away, she is going to be dead in the next," she glanced at her watch, "three minutes."
"You're crazy, leave us the hell alone." Jodie walked back into the front of the store and glanced around for Alex, but she didn't see her anywhere. "Alex," she called. She walked outside with Marissa behind her. Alex was walking down to the shoe store. It was 10:36, almost 10:37. Any second now, she was going to get shot. Marissa heard a gun shot go off, and began sprinting towards Alex at top speed, who had stopped right in front of the store and was looking around, trying to find where the shot had come from. The second shot went off. Marissa chanced a glance across the street and saw a man holding a gun, and it was aimed right at Alex. She saw him pull the trigger for a third time, and then she reached Alex and tackled her to the ground, feeling the bullet whiz by her. She and Alex landed hard on the cement.
"Geez, what the hell?" Alex said, glaring at her, but then noting the man across the street who had been grabbed by an officer. She looked behind her to see that the bullet had smashed through the shoe store window at exactly where she had been standing moments ago. Marissa rolled off of her right as Jodie came running towards them.
"Oh my God, Alex are you ok?" she asked in a scared voice. Alex nodded, and Jodie reached a hand out to Marissa to help her up. She accepted, and then Jodie pulled Alex up, who stared at Marissa, thunderstruck.
"What part of stay away from the shoe store on third don't you understand?" Marissa asked her as she rubbed her shoulder.
"You were telling the truth?"
"Of course, I'm not some psychopath."
"But, how did you know?" Marissa paused. She didn't think that telling her that she had relived the day would make her seem any less crazy.
"I just had a feeling. Female intuition, I guess."
"Well, thank you, God, thank you so much, you saved my life." She looked at her for a minute, and Marissa started to walk away, but Alex gently grabbed her arm. "Would you like to go to dinner with me next Saturday?"
Marissa was taken aback, but, what could it hurt? And hell, she was hot. "Yeah, I'd like that." She handed her her number and address.
"I'll call you."
"Can't wait." She looked at her watch for what seemed like the millionth time that day. "I'd love to talk, but, I'm going to be late for work. See you Saturday." She waved and said goodbye to both girls and walked to the morgue. When she got there, Sandy explained that normally he would want to show her how to collect the info they needed, but there were no casualties that night, so it would have to wait until tomorrow.
"If you need anything, call. There shouldn't be any bodies tonight, considering the hour. There's stuff to do on the computer if you get bored," Sandy told her as he prepared to leave. She decided to test him.
"But, I thought you said that I wouldn't be alone my first night?"
"You won't be. You've got 32 people just a few doors down." Marissa laughed at this, and the two said their goodnights. The night passed without incident, and she went home at eight and slept until 3, and Tuesday began without incident.
Later that day- Cemetery
Marissa stood in front of her mother's grave with a bouquet of flowers. She set them on her tombstone and knelt down and began to talk, something she did whenever something major happened.
"Yesterday was a weird day. I lived it twice. But I'm guessing that you already knew that." She paused and then began again. "I think that I've been given a job, to help people who aren't ready to die. And I know it's weird, but, I think that you gave it to me. And I know that most people are going to think that I'm crazy, but I know that there's a reason that I can do this, a thing that probably no one else can do. So, thank you. Oh, and I met a girl…" Marissa sat down and continued talking, telling her mother about Alex. The wind blew lightly as she talked, and she knew that her mother was there, with a cup of tea, listening intently.
- End episode 101
There it is, I hope you all like it. I know it's pretty long, but that's because I'm writing them like episodes. BTW- This doesn't take place in a real city, I'm just making it up, but I'm placing it in upstate New York, about thirty miles from the city. Please review!