Hi folks. Quick idea i had the other evening. THought i'd write it up quickly. Read as if you're Zeke dunbar, better read if you imagine Zeke's voice when he narrates.

Please RnR :)

My boat leaves in an hour and I have to do the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

I have to tell my best friend's parents that their son is dead.

How the hell do you tell someone that? I mean really? They make it look so easy on T.V. "Ma'am I'm afraid your son is dead." No emotion, no consideration. Its like stabbing someone repeatedly or- or rippin' a band-aid off! I suppose I am glad for one thing- They didn't have to hear it from the news. Then again, maybe They'd be happier to hear it from that blond bimbo on USTV. Its not like they haven't already painted Cole as some kind of terrorist anyway. I wonder why his folks never called, never asked for the truth. But if what Kessler said is true, they wouldnt believe him anyways. A teacher, really? That's the crap they're telling everyone?

I mean, could someone be so disappointed to actually believe that their son is a wrag-head? Like those whackjobs that hit the towers? Shit man it just don't make sense. Cole's a fricken' hero and those media hounds are painting a whopping target on his back.

I need to focus. Maybe I should practice. Set down what I'm gunna say before I dial that number. I'm glad I have it. Had to use it waaaay too many times when Cole got hammered and my liscense was suspended for speeding and I was drunk too and we didn't have any more money for a cab and God damn this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Okay. Okay. You're Zeke Dunbar. You can do this.

Hi. Longtime no speak Mrs. M. I'm afraid I have bad news. Cole's dead.

No, no. That's terrible. God she'd want to rip my lungs out with her knitting needles.

Hey Mrs. MacGrath. You remember me, Zeke right? I'm sorry to tell you this but your son's been killed.

Fuck that's no good either. Man this sucks. Damnit Cole why'd you have to go and die on me. You were always so good at talking to your folks. They always thought I was just some kinda idiot. Too bad they're mostly right.

Ugh. Stupid mirror. I look like crap. I should wash up before the boat ride.. Damnit no time.

Shit I still have to call his folks.. He'd want me to. I'm going to have so much explaining to do..

Well, I guess I just.. wing it. No matter what I say, His folks are going to want my head for this. Man I hope their number still works.

Oh it's ringing... Five rings.. Six.

Oh shit someone picked up.

"Hi.. Is this.. Mr. or Mrs. MacGrath?

This is Zeke. Zeke Dunbar. You might remember me-

Yeah. Cole's friend.

How am I doing? ...I could be better.

Cole? Well, That's... the reason I'm calling.."

My throat hurts. This sucks. Cole I'm going to smack the shit out of you in the afterlife for making me do this.

"No, I'm afraid he can't come to the phone right now.

No he's not in prison.

I don't know how to say this, but Cole.. He's.."

Fuck it, now I'm tearing up. Now my nose is running. Great. Nothing more sad than seeing a grown man cry. 'Cept Cole. Man I still remember how hard he cried after Trish died.

"Cole's gone Mrs. MacGrath. He's dead.. Died saving billions of lives.

He died a hero.."