Kevin quietly walked behind the front desk and into the office of the orphanage he was in, at ten at night on Saturday, his eyes already tearing up as he walked in. He quietly tiptoed over to a desk in the office, to where there was a stack of manila folders sitting on the table. Kevin rummaged through the folders and came across his folder, as he opened up his folder, he saw Harry's number on a folded, small sheet of paper. Kevin picked up the number as tears streamed and contemplated what to do. He didn't know Harry well, or at all to be honest, so he wasn't sure whether to call him or not, but Kevin knew he had to do something, at that moment, he was scared and he needed someone—anyone-quick.

Harry was in the kitchen of the apartment—he had the entire place to himself, thankfully, since Marv was out on another date with his new girlfriend. Sure Harry loved Marv because Marv was like a brother to him, but secretly Harry hoped Marv and this girl would work out, so he could move out and he could finally be on his own, have his own space. Harry laughed about his thoughts, as he started to fry chicken in a frying skillet after just finishing fixing a side dish of linguini. At that moment, his phone rang, Harry walked over to the cordless phone he had sitting on a stool in the kitchen and clicked the phone on.

"Hello." Harry sad as he walked back over to the stove, and began putting seasoning on the chicken pieces in the frying pan.

Harry heard silence on the other end of the phone line. Harry frowned slightly.

"Hello?" Harry repeated again as he continued the process of seasoning food.

Still Harry heard silence on the other end. Harry put down his small glass pepper shaker and frowned more.

"HELLO? Who IS this?" Harry said coldly.

Finally Harry heard a small, faint breath.

"Um—um, sorry wrong number, bye." The person on the other end of the line said in a low whisper before hanging up quickly on Harry.

Harry scoffed and looked at the phone with a confused look. He felt like he could recognize the voice, but not completely because the person on the other end was talking so low, almost to a whisper.

Harry quickly clicked the phone off and back on again and pressed start sixty-nine to find out who had just called him. The other end of the line just rang and rang and rang and then finally an answering machine came on.

"Hello you have reached the East side Chicago Orphanage," The answering machine message said, "our hours are from—"

Harry clicked off the phone, not listening to the rest of the message. He frowned more as he stood in front of the stove. Who would be calling him from the orphanage—at THAT time of the night? As far as he knew, all businesses like the orphanage and others closed around four or five in the evening, so who was calling him at ten at night? Harry scoffed again and shook his head. Could it have been Kevin? But how? How could Kevin have been able to call him? Had the orphanage changed so much that now they had phones in each of the kids' rooms now? Harry had NO idea, and he tried to shake the thought of the call out of his mind, but it was still there, way in the background, it was there.

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It was a Sunday morning, when Harry decided to get up early and drive over to the orphanage, the call that he had received the night before had bothered him so much all during the night, that he was actually worried, truly worried, he was worried and curious at the same time. Strange feelings for Harry Lime, since he never really worried about PEOPLE, especially if the people didn't consist of Marv or at one time his deceased ex-wife, Ellie. No, Harry was more so a man who was always worried about things, worried as to whether things would turn out the way he had planned them, but he was never worried about people, people whom he really didn't know—until now, until Kevin. This day, he had a particular worry for Kevin and for the call he had received the night before, the call that said pretty much nothing but could pretty much mean to him that something was wrong. As he drove to the orphanage and walked inside and up to the front desk of the orphanage, he saw Clarissa behind the desk. He sighed slightly and looked at her.

"Um, last night—at around ten, was anyone behind the front desk to make a call out to anyone?" Harry asked.

Clarissa smiled.

"Well first, good morning, Harry. Can we start with that?" Clarissa said politely with her smile.

Harry sighed loudly and looked down with annoyance. This lady was really trying to hard to get him to be interested in her. He looked up at her and faked a brief smile.

"Good morning," Harry forced out with an almost cold tone. "NOW, can you answer my question, please?"

Clarissa smiled and scoffed and looked down and back up at him politely.

"Nope, sorry." Clarissa said in a polite, yet mocking way, a way that she knew would irritate him.

Harry frowned with annoyance.

"You sure?' Harry asked. "Because someone called me from here around ten last night and I—"

Harry stopped and looked down and his frown faded. He knew it must have been Kevin, but that Kevin must have done it undercover, without the orphanage knowing he had snuck into the office to call. Of course, that was it, Harry knew, because it was one of the many little things Harry himself would do when he was a kid and was at that same orphanage. Harry would sneak into the office and call out for pizza, with money he had stole from people and call out prank calls for fun, yeah Harry was a cute version of Dennis the Menace in that orphanage. So, Harry couldn't get Kevin in trouble, by telling the desk about his call he received the night before. Harry looked at Clarissa with a scoff and a shake of the head.

"Um, can I visit Kevin for a bit?" Harry asked. "I know its Sunday, but um, I—well—can I?"

Clarissa nodded with a smile.

"He's in the room down the hall, second door to the left." Clarissa said. "Visiting time is for one hour."

Harry scoffed and frowned at her mentioning AGAIN when visiting time was, damn it, he KNEW when it was. Was this woman dumb or what? He walked down the hall and to the door of the room Clarissa said Kevin was in and walked in. Harry saw Kevin sitting at a table in the classroom and was drawing endlessly. Harry sighed and shook his head as he went and sat in a chair at the table beside Kevin. Harry stared at Kevin silently, while Kevin continued to draw. Harry looked closer and saw that Kevin was wearing Harry's chain around his neck. Harry scoffed and smiled briefly.

"So you called me last night," Harry said in a low voice. "What's up?"

Kevin ignored Harry and continued to draw, not even paying any attention to Harry. Harry frowned.

"You gonna talk to me?" Harry asked with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I know it was you who called me last night. Don't worry, I didn't say anything to the lady at the front desk, you're safe. Besides, I can't stand that lady at the front desk."

Harry said with a brief laugh, however Kevin continued drawing, and pretending as if Harry weren't even in the room. Kevin still held that blank, empty expression. Harry scoffed and shook his head.

"Kevin, how long are you going to keep up this silent treatment here, huh?" Harry said in a slightly angry tone.

Kevin continued to ignore him, and continued drawing.

"So that's it, huh?" Harry said coldly. "You're just going to stay—silent? Pretend this place isn't as bad as you KNOW it is. That this place isn't so horrible that you felt you had to call me last night? Hmm?"

Kevin continued to ignore Harry and continued drawing, only now he was drawing with darker colors—with black and dark purple. He was drawing over the happy faced people on his paper that he had drew, as if he were trying to cover over them with darkness. He began drawing at a fast speed, an angry speed. Harry frowned deeply at Kevin and then scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thirteen year old kid. Harry stood up and sighed angrily.

"Fine, I'm trying to help you, Kevin, ya know?" Harry said angrily, "but—but damn it, I can't—I CAN'T help you, if you don't help me. You keep up this silence and so I can't help you, maybe you don't want help, I—I don't know, either way, I'm done trying to help or do—whatever the hell—THIS is with you."

Harry turned and walked away angrily and Kevin, as he continued to draw, frowned while drawing. He threw his crayons across the table and stared at the table with a hurt expression.

"Don't go." Kevin said in a low voice, but a voice that Harry was able to hear.

Harry turned and looked at him with a hint of anger in his facial expression.

"What?" Harry said coldly.

Kevin looked at Harry slowly and then looked down at the floor.

"I—I said, don't go—Please." Kevin said in a low voice. "I—I don't want to be here. I miss—I miss my mom and dad, my family."

Kevin looked down and broke into light tears. Harry stared at him and rolled his eyes and looked down and the floor and frowned. This kid reminded Harry a lot of himself as a kid. Harry walked over to Kevin and sat down in the chair beside him and hugged him close as Kevin hugged him back.

"I—I know." Harry said in a low voice. "I know its hard kid."

Harry hugged Kevin as Kevin cried almost severely. Harry almost felt as if he could feel Kevin's pain, maybe it was because Harry knew all about being without parents—tragically, it was a bad feeling, a horrible feeling.

"I don't want to stay here," Kevin said through tears. "This place is horrible."

Harry sighed and frowned a bit. Why was this kid telling HIM this? Maybe because Kevin felt like he could trust him now? Or maybe because this kid had no one else now? Harry wasn't sure, he wasn't even sure what he could do to help Kevin. Of course the answer was so simple to anyone else on the outside looking in, but to Harry, the answer was complicated, very complicated. Harry was in a complicated, difficult situation…..

TO BE CONTINUED….