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It was the following day Sam had phoned Andy to come down to the station to sign her statement. He had called her a little over an hour ago, and was expecting her to show up soon. What he wasn't expecting however, was her not to come for another three hours, almost at the end of his shift, and when she finally did show up, she looked like a mess.

Andy had just been doing up her dishes from her late lunch when Sam had called asking her to come and sign her statement. She still couldn't get the images of the previous day out of her mind. The little boys empty eyes staring back at her, the sound of the young girl crying, and all the blood from the mothers wound mixed with the pain her eyes. She didn't sleep at all the night before because all she would see when she closed her eyes was images of the accident, and while she was just laying there, all she could think about was how she handled the situation, if there was anything she could have done better, or somehow gotten help quicker. No matter what she would do, her mind kept drifting back to the previous day, so she decided she was not going to sleep. Instead she drank way to much coffee to make sure she wouldn't fall asleep, and she turned on the t.v to hopefully clear her mind, but even then, the images would still come back.

So now, Andy was having another shower to try and wash away some of the pain she felt, and did some other housework while prolonging the inevitable. She knew she had to go and sign her statement, but that would just bring back even more memories. She knew what had happened was real, but going in to sign her statement just made it all the more real, and with that Detective Swarek potentially asking her any other questions about the accident, or if she remembered anything else, well that would just force her to relive the incident all over again, which was something she didn't really want to do.

That was how Andy found herself walking into the police station looking absolutely worn out with dark circles under her eyes, still wearing the sweet pants and old t-shirt she was wearing while cleaning her house, a little over four hours after Sam had called her. When she first walked in, she saw Sam in his office through the glass window, and when she noticed he saw her, she waited patiently for him to come to her.

"Hey Andy. Thanks for coming in. Are you alright? You look a little tired."

"Umm ya well I didn't get much sleep last night."

"You know there are people you can see after witnessing things like these. If you like I can contact someone for you."

"Thanks, that's really nice, but really I'm ok. Just wasn't tired was all."

"Alright then. Well if you wouldn't mind following me, I have your statement all ready in my office."

Andy followed him to his office, and was glad all she had to do was sign it. "So thats it? I don't have to do anything else?"

"Nope that's all. Unless you remember something else that you may have forgotten about."

"No, I've already told you everything. Have you heard anything about the little boy? Or his family?"

Sam knew she was going to ask this, but telling this lady who seemed genuinely concerned about these people she's never met before the truth is a hard thing to do. I mean how do you tell someone that some drunk kid made the stupid decision of driving home instead of taking a cab, and ended up smashing into another car, killing a two year old boy and severely injuring a woman?

"Well the good news is the mother underwent successful surgery and is expected to make a full recovery, and the little girl is going to be fine."

"Thats great! How about the boy?" As soon as Sam hesitated she knew it wasn't going to be good news.

"I am sorry but the boy has died. It was determined that he was killed upon impact. There was nothing they could do to save him."

Andy's eyes started to tear up. She tried to prepare herself for this, but it is never easy. She blinked back her tears and asked Sam what the boys name was. She couldn't keep referring to him as the boy. This was an actual person she was talking about, he was someone and meant something to so many.

"His name was Tyson."

"Tyson?" Andy started tearing up again. Putting a name to the boy's face gave it even more meaning. "Ok, well thank you. I should really get going now." As Andy turned to leave, Sam called out to her.

"Hey Andy listen. I know this is hard but there is nothing anyone could have done. If you need anyone to talk to, or if you need help with anything, you have my number. You can call me anytime."

Andy gave him a small smile and thanked him. As she turned to leave, Sam stopped her again.

"Hey, I also just wanted to apologies for the way I acted before. Uhh you know, when we ran into each other" Sam said with a small smirk. "I just, I wasn't having the best of days and I sort of took it out on you, so umm, I'm sorry."

"Wow, umm thank you. How about we just forget about it? I mean, it happened a while ago and everyone has off days."

Sam chuckled a little at that. It is very true after all. "You're right. Lets just consider it disregarded. And remember, if you need anything, give me a call."

"I will. Thank you detective."