A/N: This is my first fanfiction, that I found on my computer while looking through it. My internet and cable had been shut down, and well, I had nothing else to really do. This first part is in Mordecai's POV, the rest is in nobody's.
Some files had been had problems, so I will find a way to access those files. Also, the story had no ending, so I will finish that.
One last thing, I will try to get a proper profile page set up, because it is blank right now. Anyways, on with the story.
Chapter One: Margret's Return
It has been a year since Margret's disappearance. Ever since, I had never been the same, never been myself. Here's what happened.
It was a cold, winter night, and I was dropping by Margret's apartment. When I had came in, I had knocked on the door, but no one answered. I tried calling her, and texting her, but I got no response. That's when I noticed that the door was unlocked, and I will never forget what I saw when I opened the door, and just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine now. Broken glass, tipped furniture, torn curtains, the whole place a complete mess. I had called 911, worried out of my mind, and since then, the only thing that drives me forward, is the possibility that she might still be out there, the possibility that she may still be alive.
*RING* *RING*
It was Eileen. Mordecai stopped typing the letter he was writing, and what she said next almost made Mordecai faint on the spot.
"Mordecai, come to to the coffee shop, quick!"
"What happened?"
"Margret's back!"