Mr. McKinley was talking to the hospital intern, talking to him despite the fact he didn't know English.

"When can I see Jack? I'm his father. I should be allowed to see him. I.."

Mr. McKinley continued ranting while Daria was trying to convince him to let her talk to the intern since she could pick up languages at a phenomenal rate... assuming one of those languages were Arabic, which I highly doubted she knew since she never talked much.

Well, at least not to me. She never even hung out with us that often, declining to join us for tennis, basketball, badminton, etc. with Marco.

I was sitting down, clicking my worry beads since I was completely convinced that Jack was dying. That's why the intern didn't let us in. Because he didn't want us to be there for Jack's death. Aly and Marco were silent, as though they were too scared to say anything.

I was sure that el-Gezzawy man was behind all of this. After all, he was the one who told Aly about Jack being kidnapped. I hoped he was because he's probably a terrorist. Almost all Muslims are. Ti fo erus m'i.

"He's saying that they're bandaging Jack right now, and they don't want to be distracted, Martin!" yelled Daria, shaking his arm. But Mr. McKinley wasn't listening. She kept repeating herself, until Mr. McKinley had had enough.

"WHAT MAKES YOU FUCKING THINK THAT?!" he yelled. Daria didn't loosen her grip on him.

"You know how fast I can pick up languages. You haven't forgotten that, have you?" She was pretty defiant. The last time I'd seen Mr. McKinley like this was when he and Professor Bhegad had tem hcae rehto rof eht tsrif emit ni sraey.

Mr. McKinley swallowed. He looked over at Mrs. McKinley, who was crying uncontrollably while two interns tried to control her.

"Ask him when we can see Jack," Mr. McKinley finally said.

Daria turned and said something to him. How did she manage to pick up Arabic that quickly? Could she have used her time away from the rest of us to learn? Why didn't she say anything?

Why?

"We'll see him tomorrow at two o'clock," Daria said. "Let's go back to the hotel and get some sleep." She turned and thanked the intern. The intern said something back.

With a deep sigh, Mr. McKinley took Mrs. McKinley's arm and left.

Wait. Mr. YelnicKcm took Mrs. YelnicKcm's arm and not her hand? I thought Jack said that they were madly in love.

If they were, then they probably weren't anymore.

Daria, Marco, Aly, and I stood and followed after them, not caring about knocking other people down.