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Upon hearing this my heart jumped into my throat.

I jumped into my car but before I could stick the key in the ignition, my phone rang, and on the cover it read: "Jacob's School."

I immediately answered. "Hello?"

"Miss Donovan, your son Jacob was shot, he was taken to Memorial Hospital moments ago." The secretary's voice rang through the phone.

"Thank you, bye." I replied hanging up the phone and pulling out of the parking space.

My knuckles were turning white as I gripped the wheel tightly, resisting the urge to break every speed limit in Arkansas.

It seemed like an eternity, but eventually I reached the hospital.

I found my son's room with no difficulty, and pulled open the door.

Sitting in the bed, to my relief, was my smiling son.

"Jacob!" I exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Mommy, you're crushing me." I heard his tiny breathless squeak.

"But I forgot to give you Stephanie Kwolek's marbles, how did you not get hurt?" I asked.

He smiled at me, "I grabbed them before I left."

"You gave me a heart attack and a half kiddo!" I said, pulling him into another hug.

"Miss Donovan?" the doctor called my name. I turned to see his beaming face. "I'm Doctor Young, your son got lucky, he was shot in several places but shows no injuries for it besides the concussion from where he was shot in his skull. We would like to monitor him overnight for the concussion he suffered, and to make sure nothing else is wrong, and we plan to discharge him in the morning."

I shook his hand, "Thank you doctor."

"We're going to run some tests, would you mind waiting in the hall for a few minutes?" he asked.

"Nope." I replied stepping out beside the door.

As soon as I did my phone rang. One word appeared on the screen, "Work."

"Claudia, where are you?" my boss snapped. "You're an hour late!"

"Sorry Mr. Tyler, Jacob was taken to the hospital, I wasn't sure he was alright, and when I found out he was, work was the last thing on my mind. Do you think I could knock off for today and tomorrow?" I hastily explained walking to the waiting room.

"Sure!" he exclaimed. "Take all the time you need. See you when you get back."

Closing the phone I walked back to Jacob's room to discover that he was not alone.

"My mommy told me not to talk to strangers." Jacob said.

"Well your mommy must be a very smart lady then." A voice that sounded suspiciously like Pete's replied.

"Where is your mommy?" a very Myka-like voice asked.

"Can we stay here until she gets back?" the Pete-like voice asked.

I walked in the door and cleared my throat. "May I help you?"

"Yeah we wanted to ask Jacob some..." Pete trailed off. "Claude?"

"Hi Pete, Hi Myka." I said waving shyly.

"Wait, you have a son?" Pete asked confusion written all over his face.

"Yeah, long story," I replied, "How is everybody back home?"

"Well Pete and I are getting married in a couple of months, Leena's Leena, Artie's still grumbling, and Steve..." Myka trailed off.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He was diagnosed with depression after you left." Pete finished for her.

"We all miss our spunky computer hacker." Myka said. "Please think about coming back. We have reasonably priced apartments, and great schools for Jake."

"Bye Claude, bye Jake." Pete said escorting Myka out of the room with a wave.

I breathed in the 600 year old dust around me, It's good to be home. I thought.

Six familiar faces turned to see me.