Three days later
"We need an orderly to room 206. Orderly please to room 206," A voice announced over the speakers. I continued down the hallway. I spotted Clark and Pete standing off to the side of the hallway, and walked over to them.
"Hi Clark, Pete," I exclaimed, smiling at them.
"Hey Ismat," Clark replied, smiling brightly at me.
"Are you part of the companion program?" I asked. I'd signed up to be part of the companion program to one of the elderly people here to get the rest of my community service hours done.
"Yeah, I'm reading with Cassandra," Clark answered. I smiled, I'd met her once before. She's really nice.
"She's an interesting woman. Some of the nurses say she can see the future," I stated mysteriously, winking at the two of them.
"Well I better get to my companion," I stated, moving away from them. I moved towards Mr. Bollston's room and knocked on the door as I entered.
"Mr. Bollston it's Ismat Stone," I said, walking into the room. I could hear piano music playing and Mr. Bollston was facing the window.
"Stone I don't recognize that name. You're not from around here are you?" He asked.
"No I'm not, just moved into town this week. How'd you guess?" I asked.
"I'm a history buff, kind of my obsession. What I do know is that the name Ismat is Arabic in origin. So… are you my next victim?" He replied. I smirked and shook my head.
"Impressive most people don't know that, and you don't look that scary to me," I stated.
"You should have known me in my younger days," Mr. Bollston answered.
"I'm sure you were quite a heartbreaker," I said.
"How about a spin around the grounds and you can tell me about your family history," He suggested. I smiled, and wheeled him out of the room.
"Well my family originally came from Ireland. Though there was someone on my mom's side who was Arabic. I don't know much about my family, I've only been able to go as far back as my great-great-great-great grandparents. Well on my mom's dad's side anyway," I explained, pushing him through the building. I pushed him outside towards a pond with a dock over it. We stopped on the wooden plank dock and I glanced around.
"It's so beautiful, I don't know why more people don't come out here," I exclaimed.
"They're too busy watching television," Mr. Bollston replied. I nodded my head absentmindedly.
"Say, would you mind running back to my room and getting me a scarf? I don't want to catch a chill," He asked.
"Sure I'll be right back, don't move," I replied, moving away.
"Aww, honey… you're a doll," He exclaimed, smiling at me.
I moved away heading into the building. On the way to Mr. Bollston's room I saw a board with pictures of the elderly on it, and next to their pictures where pictures of them when they were younger. I noticed Mr. Bollston and smiled. Man he was a heartbreaker. I smirked, and shook my head. I raced back to his room, grabbed his scarf and raced back out to where I'd left him. Only he wasn't there, now dang it I told him not to move. I glanced over the railing of the dock and noticed his wheel chair in the pond but I didn't see him. Oh no this is so not good.
"Mr. Bollston! Mr. Bollston!" I shouted, glancing around…
Later that day {Talon}
"It's not your fault Ismat," Clark stated.
"Of course it is. I left him there all by himself. You know anyone else who's lost an entire old person who's in a wheelchair?" I asked.
"No… that's pretty impressive, even by Smallville standards," Chloe replied.
I groaned. I'd already seen her wall of weird, and I didn't know what to make of it. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe it, but I think I'm starting to. The most depressing was the image of a young Lana in a fairy costume crying. Chloe had explained what had happened on the day of the meteor shower.
"Maybe he was kidnapped," Clark suggested, giving me a weak smile.
"Who'd kidnap Harry? He's a harmless old man. Nice try Clark but no dice," I said. He frowned.
"Maybe a Koi turned into a piranha and ate him," Chloe offered. I scoffed at her, and Clark gave her a glare.
"You asked for my help I'm just thinking out of the box," Chloe said.
"I like your theory," A man said, turning to look back at us.
"You know, you might want to work on your eavesdropping technique," Chloe stated.
"Sorry. I'm…uh… I'm new in town. I just heard this is where young people congregate," The man replied. I recognize him but from where? His face is so familiar but I can't place it.
"Yeah, we congregate here often," Chloe replied.
"Hi, I'm Clark the rude one's Chloe and this is Ismat," Clark supplied.
"Well Ismat good luck finding your missing old person," He said, giving me a smile.
I nodded at him, and turned back to Clark and Chloe. I sighed, and buried my head in my hand. This has got to be the worst day ever.
"Enjoy your coffee, they brought it in by burro this morning," A woman said, though I didn't see who since I still had my head buried in my hands.
"Thanks honey. You're a doll," The man said. My head shot up and I looked at him. That sounded suspiciously like Harry! But it can't be him, Harry's an old man. Oh this town gives me a headache…
Nursing home
I glared at the board of pictures in front of me. All the pictures were in place except for one. Harry's younger picture was missing, and I'd just seen it the other day. I was hoping to get a glimpse of it again. That man in the talon reminded me of Harry so much, he could possibly be a relative of Harry's. That's the sane answer; the not so sane answer would be that the guy from the talon is Harry.
"Hey Ismat how are you doing?" Clark asked, walking over to me. I looked over at him.
"I'm fine, what are you doing here so late?" I asked.
"I came to see Cassandra, if she's still up. What happened to Harry's younger picture?" Clark asked, glancing at the board.
"I don't know," I replied, once again glaring at the bored.
"Is everything ok?" Clark asked. I sighed; today was turning out to be a bad day.
"I met with the administrator to ask about Harry, and when I got there the police were there. But they told me that Harry Bollston's real name is Harry Volk. Clark he was a murderer," I answered.
"A murderer? Why would they let someone like that stay here?" Clark asked, taking a step towards me.
"Because it happened 60 years ago, when he was 17, I guess they figured he was just a harmless old man who moved back to his hometown to die. Back in the 40's he was studying to be a concert pianist, he was up for a full scholarship to the Metropolis Conservatory, but his teacher recommended somebody else," I explained.
"So he killed his teacher?" Clark asked.
"No, he said the teacher killed his dream, so he killed the teacher's dream. Clark he killed the man's son," I replied, glancing at the wall again.
"Are you going to be okay?" Clark asked, resting his hand on my shoulder. His hand was warm against my shoulder, and it felt very comforting to have his hand on my shoulder. I could feel my face heating up.
"Yeah I'll be fine, once we find Harry," I answered, moving away from the board, and Clark.
Author's note: Okay I just had to do this episode. It's one of my favorite episodes, mostly because Eric Christian Olsen was in that episode. I love him he's freaken awesome, and hot as hell! Hope you liked the chapter don't forget to review.
