Part 2- Daddy?

"I'm on my way," KITT replied to Devon's message and sped onto the high way towards the accident.

Cira woke up again. The car was overturned. The white pick up they had crashed into was a mess. They were just barely lodged off the left side of the highway. She looked over and saw her aunt. She was ironically still. No, not ironically. Cira's heart leapt with pain, from the site of her aunt and from her own pain from the crash. Tears welled in her eyes as dizziness washed over her.

Another black car approached. It was different from the one that caused the crash, yet she was so disoriented and upset over her aunt's death that she could hardly distinguish the differences between the two automobiles. Cira cried loudly, but she knew no one would hear her. A police was walking around the site of the crash.

"It will be all right, someone's coming to get you," the police man said. All too suddenly it seemed he had appeared, yet Cira swore he had never been there before. Reaching through the crinkled door, the policeman tried to get her in a more comfortable position. "I'm going to get you out of here," he said. Cira looked up at him with big round, teary eyes. Her legs and right arm were a mess, and she had blood on her forehead, trickling down across the bridge of her nose. Her bangs from her long brown hair were sweaty. Honestly the policeman was amazed a little girl that young and delicate looking could have survived such a crash!

She hoped that black car was gone. She never wanted to see a black car like the one that caused this crash ever again. Cira whimpered and laid there, and darkness consumed her once again as she ignored the policeman, something ringing loudly in her ears.

Michael stepped out of KITT and walked up to the policeman casually.

"Is the crash site of Cira Landers and Stephanie Landers?" Michael asked.

"Yes, Stephanie Landers is that woman." The policeman said walking over to the left side of the red SUV. "She died, but the little girl survived." He explained. "All though she's knocked out now, she was awake a second ago when I tried to free the car door. Care to help me get her out?"

"I don't mind," he replied and with one hand each on the handle, and Michael's left foot resting against the SUV, they tried to pry the door open while opening it properly. The locking mechanism was stuck. The policeman decided to break the glass so he could reach the lock. Luckily he was able to. While fiddling around with the lock button and trying to unlock the door as Michael tried to open it himself, the door finally opened.

"All right, time to get this little girl out of this mess." The policeman said, picking her up.

"I've been assigned to hold responsibility of her," Michael said. He showed the policeman his ID. "This girl needs someone to take her to the hospital, and fast.

"Secondly, she has no family left." The officer pointed out.

"She doesn't?"

"Nope, the police department will worry about the adoption problem later after she gets someone to help her out at the ER." The officer replied.

Just then, Devon drove up to the scene of the crash. He talked to the policeman a long time about adoption. Michael started to argue and Devon sent Michael off.

Frustrated, Michael leaned against the left window as KITT drove.

"What in the world does Devon think he's doing?" Michael asked.

"I'm fearing the worst." KITT replied honestly.

"So am I." Michael said, rubbing his forehead. "Adoption, that's the word that makes me question EVERYTHING he's saying to the officer."

"Unfortunately." KITT agreed.

((the next morning))

"She's awake now," the nurse said, and opened up the door for Michael to enter.

Devon ordered Michael to come and visit the little girl he had helped the policeman get out of the car yesterday evening. Michael was certain Devon planned on adopting her.

"Why have you come to see me, Daddy?" Cira asked.

Daddy? Michael stopped short in his steps from surprise as he approached the foot of Cira's bed. She looked so tired and weak, but he knew Cira was slowly regaining strength from all the healing she was doing.

Michael wasn't sure what to say, but he was uncertain of what to say while trying not sound too rude to the little girl.

"I'm sorry kid, I'm not your dad." Michael replied, walking up to the right side of Cira's bed.

"It's okay," she said, looking at him with a very tired face. "But you walk, talk and look like him."

Weird. There was a small silence. Michael had to say something to get the information to start flowing.

"How do you feel?"

"The nurse tried to give me a pain killer, but I didn't like it. I'm really dizzy. My leg is itchy too." She replied, pointing to the cast.

"The pain killer should kick in. It seems to be doing its job."

Cira shrugged.

"Do you remember what the car looked like?" Michael asked.

Cira nodded.

"It was like yours...but I had trouble believing it might be the same make and model."

"You're wrong. There's a good chance it WAS." Michael replied, knowing she knew that he had showed up later after KARR had caused the accident. "Do you remember the details?" he asked, hoping for a better answer.

"It was black like your car but had a silver bottom. It had some yellow thing on the nose. I know I remember all that."

It was definitely KARR.

"Okay…" Michael said. "Thanks kid, that's I needed that confirmation."

"Maybe I was dreaming," Cira said.

"I'll be truthful to you kiddo, you weren't" Michael replied. "I'll let you sleep." Michael patted her on the head, stood up and started heading towards the door. Just as he walked out, he heard Cira say: "Bye daddy."

"Bye," Michael replied, and shut the door quietly behind him.