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Second Chances

He wasn't supposed to show up.

It was the worst possible time to come. Not that I knew who he was, of course. I thought he was just another one of Mum's friends who were showing up at her wake.

But I'll never forget his appearance: light brown coat, bow tie, fluffy brown hair, and an extremely long neck. Oh, do I remember him.

My great-grandfather was gone first to go over to the man. He said he might know who it was. I asked my grandmother, Sylvia, as she wanted to be known (as she was supposedly too young to be a grandmother).

"How am I supposed to know?" She snapped. "I don't know every person your mother met!"

I didn't say anything in response to her. My father rolled his eyes as he passed her and came over to me. He scanned the room in the funeral home as he put his arm around me. I could tell he was happy it was only Mum's close friends, and not random others, like her ex-husband, Shaun Temple. I knew he absolutely hated Dad and I, so I was relieved he didn't show up.

Both of us tried our hardest not to be upset. That's not what Donna Phillips-Noble would've wanted for us. Us not being able to cope was her biggest worry in her last few days. I was only doing as she would've wished... Not that it was easy.

I finally couldn't take anymore. I ran out of the funeral home. I didn't want to continue with faking my condition. I sat on the stairs and buried my face in my palms.

No. I wasn't going to just let go of her dying. Yes, she was just a temp from Chiswick, but to Dad and I, she was the most important woman in the universe. So why was she supposed to go?

"You need help there?" A voice called from the entrance.

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, trying to get tears away quickly, before turning around. There was that man. "N-no..."

He came over to me and sat down beside me. "You were Donna's daughter?"

I nodded. Don't remind me, I thought.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... Donna and I, we were best friends."

What? Then how come she never mentioned him? Why haven't we seen him? "Oh..."

"Someone once described us as partners in crime... I'd say that's accurate. John, by the way. John Smith," he took my hand, shaking it.

What sort of a name is John Smith? That's so plain, it's child abuse! I whispered back, "Morgan Phillips..."

"Morgan Phillips. Nice to meet you. I'll definitely remember that name."

Blegh, that can't be a good thing with a nutter like him. "Oh, ok..."

"Well, Morgan, I should go," he stood up. "I'll be seeing you soon!"

Soon? Why were we going to meet again? I wasn't planning to meet some bonkers giraffe neck in a bow tie who claims he was my mother's best friend!

"Geronimo!" He ran off.

"Amazing..." I heard Gramps' voice from behind me.

I looked around to see him, Sylvia, and Dad. "W-who was he?" I asked.

"A brilliant man," Sylvia said. That had to be the biggest compliment I've heard from her.

"Sweetheart," Gramps knelt down towards me. "Promise me that you ever see a police box, you go inside it."

Huh? Why was he asking that of me? "Why?"

He looked back to Sylvia, as if asking what to tell me. "You'll... see inside."