Hi! I haven't updated for a while...two weeks? Well, here's the next chapter! I found that in the trilogy (I love calling it that :D) Wilbur wasn't being spazy enough...is he being too spazy now? Also, thanks for the reviews!
Lewis struggles to get up the lab stairs. He's carrying a very large phone book. He finally makes it upstairs. When he reaches Wilbur, he drops the phone book, almost making it land on him.
"Hey! That almost landed on my foot!" Wilbur exclaims.
"That would be tragic." Lewis mutters, rubbing his sore arms.
Wilbur picks up the phone book, but it's heavier than it looks. Wilbur tries to make it look easy, but he's not doing a good job of it. He drops the phone book on Lewis's desk, almost landing on some blueprint for bubble travel. He flips open the book, then starts muttering what he reads. "Archuleta..." He turns some more pages. "Davidson..." He flips some more pages. "Hubert...Meath...Langish..." He turns some more pages. "Jonas...too far." He turns back some pages until he gets to Johnson.
"That's a lot of Johnsons..." Wilbur observes looking over the next few pages that reads "Johnson".
"It's a very common last name." Lewis says.
"No kidding." Wilbur says. "Ok. M. Johnson."
"What if she's married?" Lewis asks. "Her last name would be different."
"Her dad, brother, dog, excetra." Wilbur points out. "They'd remember her."
"Dog?" Lewis raises an eyebrow.
"I don't see you looking." Wilbur snaps his fingers. "Phone."
"Get it yourself." Lewis says.
"I'm working here! Do you want to find Mary Johnson?" Wilbur seriously asks.
Lewis pauses. Does he want to find Mary Johnson? Does he want to find his mother, the person that gave him away, but also the person that gave him the life he has now. That was indeed an excellent question, and Lewis has to think hard on that one.
"I'm waiting for an answer!" Wilbur says impatiently.
"Yes!" Lewis shouts out. "Yes, I want to find her!"
"That is the answer I wanted to hear!" Wilbur says. "Are you ready to find your mother?"
"Yes!" Lewis exclaims back.
"Will you risk life and limb to find her?"
"Yes!"
"Will you swim across the Atlantic Ocean?"
"Yes!"
"Will you climb Mount Everest?"
"Yes!"
"Will you get me the phone?"
"Yes! Wait..." Lewis realizes Wilbur's plan, but it's too late to say no now. He runs downstairs, to the kitchen, where a cordless phone is. He takes it from the cradle and runs back up to the lab. He hands it to Wilbur, slightly out of breath. Wilbur dials the first Johnson he sees. A. Johnson to be exact.
"519-082-9496" Wilbur says out loud as he dials the number. He puts the phone to his ear, then waits a few seconds. "It's ringing!" Lewis jumps in excitement. "Yes, hello, can I please talk to Miss. Mary Johnson?" He pauses. "Do you know where I could find Mary Johnson...yes, hence why I'm looking in the phone book! Look, pal, I'm on a mission, and I could have you in a federal prison if you don't cooperate!" Lewis snatches the phone from his future son.
"Uh...sorry about that. He's actually harmless." Lewis presses the "talk" button, and the phone goes off. "Maybe I should call people."
"Fine by me." Wilbur pushes the phone over to Lewis. Lewis puts the phone book on the ground, and goes on his knees to make searching easier. There are pages upon pages of people sharing the same last name. Then, Lewis realizes something that lowers his hopes even more. Mary Johnson could have moved after he was born. She could be in France, eating a crepe as they try to dial the endless phone numbers for the Johnsons.
"416-524-8690." Lewis reads the phone number, while dialing the numbers. He hopes this is it. "Hi, can I talk to Mary Johnson...oh, sorry. Wrong number."
Lewis hangs up. Two down, a million more to go.
"This will take forever!" Lewis complains.
"Well, you wanted to find her." Wilbur accuses his future father.
"No I didn't! You came to school and got me!" Lewis exclaims.
"Whatever." Wilbur says, dragging the phone book in front of him. "Hand me the phone. 189-557-2681." Wilbur says, then puts the phone up to his ear. "Can I talk to Mary Johnson. No, ok, buh-bye."
Lewis rolls his blue eyes. Three down, still three pages to go.
"Wait!" Lewis exclaims, waving his hands, as if to stop a bus. "There are three pages of Johnsons. Mary is also a popular name. There might be more than one Mary Johnson."
"But how many Mary Johnsons put their baby up for adoption?" Wilbur asks, pointing at Lewis.
"Who would say that to a complete stranger? That's personal!" Lewis points out.
"Not to her son." Wilbur retorts.
"If someone called you and said they were your son, would you believe them?" Lewis asks.
"If I had a son, which I will someday, he would call me and say that the TCTF needed to talk to Wilbur Robinson, then I would know that he was my son." Wilbur says, placing his hand on his chest.
"Are you implying that you'd put your only son up for adoption?" Lewis asks, outsmarting Wilbur.
"No!" Wilbur exclaims. "And who said I'd have one son. There'd be at least five." Wilbur puts his arms around Lewis's shoulders. "Imagine it. Mini Wilburs running around."
"Yeah, just imagine." Lewis says, taking Wilbur's arm off of his shoulders. "Your turn to call."
Wilbur hands Lewis the phone. He turns it on, then moves Wilbur out of the way so he can see the number. "Just ask for a survey, and don't get shy or anything. Trust me, laughing doesn't help." Wilbur says.
Lewis ignores his last comment, and hopes that it's a joke. "542-116-4912." Lewis says out loud. He holds the phone up to his ear. It rings once, then again. Three times, then a click and someone answers it.
"Hello?" It sounds like a young woman.
"Uh...hi, we're uh..." Lewis looks at Wilbur, who is doing his own game of charades to help tell Lewis what to say. He silently mouths the right words, but slowly. "We're doing a survey tooo...uh, to see? Yeah, to see if anyone in your household has put any of their children up for adoption." Lewis says, hoping he doesn't sound as strange as he thinks he did.
"No, sorry. No one in the household has put up their children for adoption." The woman says. "But are you also surveying people that has had an abortion? Then you could talk to my sister, Mary...crap, I said too much! Pretend I didn't say anything!"
Lewis almost drops the phone. Wilbur doesn't think that his shocked expression is a good one. Wilbur grabs the phone from Lewis. "Uh, sorry ma'am. My co-worker is on a coffee break. Could you please repeat yourself." Wilbur says, sounding almost like a professional.
"No. I said too much. I haven't even seen Mary for almost twelve years. I'm sorry."
Wilbur hangs up the phone, then looks at Lewis. "Well? What did she say?" Wilbur asks.
"She said that Mary had an abortion," Lewis whispers.
"Hey." Wilbur says calmly. "I don't think that's her."
Lewis doesn't do anything.
"I mean, like you said, there could be more than one Mary Johnson. Mary, what a popular name." Wilbur rattles on. "I mean, it wasn't the right Mary Johnson. How could you be here, if you were aborted, right?"
Lewis nods. "I guess," He still sounds upset. He picks up the phone from the floor and hands it to Wilbur. "Your turn."
I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!