Amy was in the house with her three year old daughter, Kristina, while her husband Matt was painting the playhouse with his brother Jeff. Amy was watching Trading Spaces, while Kristina had her barbies spread out all over the floor. Kristina got bored with her barbies and put them away in her carrying case, before walking over to her mother. "Mommy, is daddy going to be done my playhouse today? I want to play in it. Uncle Jeffy said he was going to put some in something special for me."
Amy picked her head up from off the couch and held Kristina's small hands, looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Kristy, they will be done when they're done. They've been working on it for four years. I think you can wait a little longer." Amy stands up and walks over to the screen door and watches the guys painting this huge, three story, children's playhouse. "And if Daddy works on it any longer, Mommy's going to give Daddy a peice of her mind." Amy picks up Kristina and carries her outside, letting her play with the dogs. Amy walks over to the ladder and looks up at Matt painting the third-floor window. "I don't think three-year-olds care about giving the window of their playhouse five coats of paint!"
"You don't want it to come off in the rain, do you?" Matt sets the paintbrush down and climbs down the ladder. He gives Amy a kiss and heads inside to wash his hands. Amy follows him, telling Jeff to watch Kristina. Kristina walks over to Jeff, who was painting a mural on one of the walls.
"Uncle Jeffy. That's really good. I like the unicorn. It's pretty." Kristina said, as the two dogs stood next to her, wagging their tails. Lucas jumped up on her, knocking her to the ground. He climbed ontop of her, licking Kristina's face. All she could do was laugh and try and push Lucas away. Jeff stepped in and picked up Lucas, letting his neice get up off the ground. When Jeff sat him back down, Amy called out the door for her furry little friend. Lucas ran as fast as his feet could take him up to the door. Kristina then heard her parents drive off down the street. "Uncle Jeffy, where is mommy going?"
Jeff picks up Kristina and Liger follows them inside. "Mommy had to leave for awhile. She'll be back though."
"You promise?" Jeff turned his head to see Kristina with her pinky extended to him.
"I promise." Jeff said, setting her down on the couch and turned on the TV. He turned on Cartoon Network and walked into the kitchen.
"Mommy lets me watch TLC." Kristina says walking over and grabbing the remote.
Jeff rushes back into the room with a bag of potato chips. "Kristy, don't change that channel!" Jeff takes the remote and sets in ontop the TV, then sitting on the couch. "Shane is coming over in a couple minutes."
Kristina climbs onto the couch with Jeff and just stares at him. "Why does Shane have to come over? He's weird. Why can't Shannon come over?" Kristina pulled out her bottom lip, trying to make Jeff cave. Jeff wasn't even paying attention. He just kept watching Scooby-Doo and eating his jumbo bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. She then scrunched her face and ran to the kitchen, fixing herself some microwave chicken. When she walked back into the living room, Jeff looked stunned.
"How did you fix that? You can't even see over the kitchen counter. You just wait 'til your mother hears about this." Jeff seemed upset, then took a chicken leg from her plate and started eating it.
"My mother is the one that bought me the step stool to use the microwave. Now stop eating my chicken!" Kristina then heard Shane walking up to the door and ran into the other room and hid under the table. "I'm not here." She whispered from under the dining room table.
"Greetings citizens. I am your friendly neighborhood..." Shane said walking into the house. "...ooh, Scooby-Doo's on!" Shane jumped onto the couch and stole Jeff's chips. Jeff was forced to sit on the loveseat, while Shane lounged comfortably on the couch. "Now is this A Pup Named Scooby-Doo or the original?"
Jeff just looked over at Shane like he was crazy. "Does it really matter which one it is?" The two shrugged their shoulders and sunk deeper into their seats. All of the sudden Liger started pawing at the vent that led down to the basement. "Liger! Stop it!" Liger walked over and sat by Jeff, still lifting his head, wondering what was down there.
"Kristina." She heard while eating her chicken. Kristina heard it again, realizing it wasn't her uncle or Shane. The voice said it one more time. She realized it was coming from the vent. "Hello?" Kristina said, leaning over, looking down the small vent. "Who's there?" She whispered, squinting her eyes trying her hardest to see down there. The voice got clearer, and she knew she had heard it before. She didn't know where, but she knew it was familiar. "Come to the basement." Kristina slowly got up and walked over to the basement door, and then opening it. All she saw were floor tiles. There was no basement. She then saw a light coming through the cracks in the floor. Kristina slowly stepped into the closet, pulling up the little bit of the floor she could. She felt someone underneath helping her. This made her work harder. Kristina had always been curious, never one to back down from anything. But this time, Kristina should have kept it to her imagination. She saw a hand reach out from the basement, and grabbed it. She saw one light over in a corner. Kristina looked to the far end of the room and saw a photograph. It was her parents, Shane, Jeff, Shannon, and one other man. A man that she had never seen before. "Is this you?"
"Yes, that's me." He said, before snatching the picture out of her hands. Still not revealing himself. "Before it happened. Before I re-emerged as a monster."
Kristina sat down on the floor, with the sweetest look on her face. "What happened? Tell me. What's your name?"
"My name is Glenn. I loved your mother. She just didn't love me back."
"But my mommy loves everyone."
"Do you think she would love this? Would anyone?" Glenn yelled, showing Kristina the horrible scar on his face from when he shot himself in the face.
Kristina stood up, making Glenn bend down. "I would." She kissed his forehead, and he didn't feel like doing what he had wanted to do ever since he survived his suicide attempt. "It's not really that bad."
"That's because the gun slipped and it only caught the side of my face."
"Ouch. That had to hurt."
Glenn put on his hood, then picked up Kristina. "I want to show you something. Come with me." Glenn carried her out the basement door to the side of the house. They got halfway down the street when Kristina started getting second thoughts.
"Do you think we should be doing this? Wouldn't mommy be mad?" Kristina looked over at Glenn, scared.
Glenn started comforting her. He rubbed her back and just held her. "Kristy, it's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you." Kristy looked into his eyes, and he looked back into hers. "And if anyone does, you can punch me as hard as you can. Okay?"
"Okay." Kristina smiled as the two got into a taxi and headed to go see Dr Youngblood. "I know this place. I've been here with mommy before." The two walked inside and looked for Dr Youngblood. They found him on his lunch break in his office.
Glenn tapped him on the shoulder and Dr Youngblood almost crapped his pants. It was like seeing someone come back from the dead. "Glenn, is that you?"
"Yes it's me." Glenn bent down to Kristina's level. "Go stand outside the door for a minute. Okay?" Kristina shook her head and walked out the door. "Dr Youngblood, there was a question I asked you almost three years ago. You remember that question?" He shook his head and unlocked the bottom drawer, pulling out the results. Glenn took the peice of paper and read it. "Yes. I am the father." He shoved Dr Youngblood into the wall. "You do not tell anyone I was here! Especially that Hardy clan!" Glenn stuck the paper in his pocket and walked out the door, picking Kristina up on the way.
Meanwhile, Jeff looked under the table to see Liger licking Kristina's plate clean. "Where's Kristy?" He started looking around the room and Shane wondered what he was doing. "Where's Kristy?" Jeff then ran upstairs, back downstairs, into the bedrooms, the kitchen, everywhere. He then noticed the basement door was unlocked. Jeff opened it and saw that the floor was pulled up. Jeff ran into the living room. "Shane, we have a problem." Shane opened his eyes up wide and tilted his head, waiting for Jeff to continue. "Kristina is gone and Amy and Matt will be home in an hour. We have to find her." The two ran around the neighborhood screaming Kristina's name. They had every neighbor out looking for her.
Before they knew it, Matt and Amy came home. Matt ran over to see what was going on, while Amy walked inside. She saw the house empty, then saw the basement door open. Amy walked downstairs, seeing the same photo Kristina picked up a few hours earlier. She looked closer and saw a drawing on the picture, which looked like a dead baby. Amy ran upstairs as fast as possible, grabbing Matt. "Glenn's not dead. He's alive, and he's got Kristina." Matt couldn't believe it. "Matt, there's something I need to tell you. I found out that a paternity test only has a slim chance of being right if done before the baby is born." Matt looked at Amy in the most confused look that anyone could be given. "I also found Dr Youngblood hiding paternity test results last year at his office." Amy paused for what seemed like forever. "Matt, Glenn is the father. I'm so sorry." Amy extended her arms out and Matt gave her a hug.
"It's okay Ames. But how could Glenn be alive. You said you saw him after we heard the gunshot."
"And you said that he was gone when you went down three minutes later. Plus, he alway said he was a monster."
