Patricia opened her eyes and a big headhace immediatly assaulted her. She held her head with both the two hands, trying to recover her clearness but the stroke of the Stupid's baseball bat have done a god job. She had a big bump in her head that's going to cause her a heavy pain for several days and for two minutes she was'nt able to think clearly or to getting up without giddy fits. When her dulled mind started to click more better, a tought immediatly crossed her brain like a swift arrow.
Littlefoot...
She tried again to getting up, clinging to the little table when was leaned the telephone. The table staggered but don't fell and she finally menaged to picked herself up off the ground. She noticed that the main door of the house was opened and that from the outside the light of the sun illuminated the entrance.
Day are dawned..
Where was Littlefoot?
To the ground, near the staircase, she saw four blood drops. She broke away from the table and staggering, she approached the drops. It's...it's toon's blood!
Forgetting the headhace, the weakness and her precarious balance she run up the staircase, desperately screaming.
"LITTLEFOOOT! LITTLEFOOT!"
She ran from room to room, opening doors and calling the little long neck but she did'nt find him and she received no answer at all.
At the end she fell to her knees, sobbing.
As she tought...
As she tought he had tried to take the part of the hero alike in his Land Before Time films. But this was the real life...
Poor Loveable Littlefoot...
! He could help her. She went downstairs and grabbed the telephone. She dialed the Valiant's number and she waited for his answer.
The phone rang several times...but no one answered. She waited for two entires minutes..than she dropped the phone and fell back to the ground, desperately crying...
The phone kept ringing but Eddie Valiant could'nt hear it. The glass of whiskey with Santino had become many glasses of whiskey and when he returned at his office he had continued to drink to his personal reserve.
At that moment Valiant was too drunk to respond. He slept, sprawled on the desk, and he wold not wake that many hours later.
Too many for help Patricia...