A/N: Thanks to Michelle Maria Salvatore, LocalTalent53, jamesss, and Cenobia100 for the reviews! Right, so let's confirm the second main character of the story, as well as introduce some new questions (which you know I just lo~ve doing). Read on!
Almost three miles away from the bridge, and two hours since the incident, Jason was sitting in the office of the Willingboro Police Department.
"Mr. Stark..." The Chief of Police, a worn looking man, looked out the window as rain lashed down onto it in streaks. "You said yourself that you saw... what? Saw it happen before it actually did? You said, and I quote:- "It is a fact, this isn't about drink, this is about that goddamn... I don't know, vision. Whatever the fuck it was, was not my imagination." Sighing, the Chief pushed his glasses up and turned back to Jason, who was being held by his own free will. "So why is it that now, you claim that you don't know what you saw?"
"Look..." Jason said with a deep breath, squinting slightly. "I... I know what I said. I know I saw something... at the time, I must have saw it clearly but now... now it's a blank canvas." Jason massaged his forehead, looking distraught. "I know I saw something, I know I did! Hell, if I didn't, I wouldn't have stopped anyone! I would've gone straight to my death!"
"Mr. Stark, so far the death toll is at twenty-five from the bridge collapse in on itself-"
"And the toll would be much higher had it not been for me." Jason stood up, his usual patience cut short. "Look, I'm not claiming that I saw anything, I don't know if I did. But at the very least – the very miniscule thing – I knew something was going to happen. I saved multiple lives, and I'm happy to know that. I am not happy, however, that people died. That I couldn't save the rest. But what I did, I am proud of. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just a man who had a bad feeling. I acted, and now..." Jason waved his hands fruitlessly. "...now a bunch of people are stuck in this city until the storm blows over. At least they aren't dead." Jason nodded to the Chief of Police. "This visit was a request by you, and you told me I could leave at my own discretion. Well, I'm leaving. If you need to contact me, I'll be staying somewhere in this town."
With that, Jason pushed opened the door and was immediately embraced by Jennifer, who had practically jumped at him. Jason smiled, pulling her close. "Hey."
"Hey..." Jennifer sniffed, wiping under her eyes. "I can't believe that happened... I can't believe you protected us."
"Yeah. People still died though." Jason replied sadly. "Why is it that no matter how hard you try, you can never do it all? I don't know what I saw..." Jason looked down to his hand. "I don't remember... but..." Shaking his head, Jason looked back to Jennifer. "I'm a bit confused about now, Jennifer. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to think by myself for a bit."
Jason walked past Jennifer, put was stopped by a hand to his chest. Jason looked up to see a man with short bristled hair and a goatee-moustache combo.
"Woah there. You can have your 'time alone' in just a moment." The man growled, evidently a bit irritated.
"David, please do not be so rude..." A timid voice said, as a young woman with wavy dark-brown hair going all the way to her chest walked down the hallway, a can of juice in her hand. "I apologise." The woman extended her free hand. "My name is Dorothy Louella. I think we need to talk."
"Can't you see we're busy?" Jennifer hissed, her personality completely changing to that when talking with Jason.
"Actually, she can't." David hissed back, crossing his arms. "Anyway, our business isn't with you, lady, so-"
"David!" Dorothy scolded, pushing him backwards lightly and facing Jason. She moved her hair out of her eyes, revealing the slightly blue-grey dull eyes that were unique to her.
Jason sighed. "My name is Jason Stark. Nice to meet you Ms. Louella."
"I realise that this is not exactly the opportune time to talk." Dorothy started. "But you helped save our lives on the bridge-"
"Can you save your thanks for later?" Jennifer interrupted.
"We aren't thanking you, lady." David sneered.
Jennifer looked affronted, her nostrils flaring.
Dorothy put a hand on David's arm, before facing Jason again. "I know that you said you saw a vision."
"But I don't remember anything about it." Jason murmured.
"I think I can help." Dorothy said meekly. "I... I heard everything. The water... the collapse, the rain, the pain, the death, the-"
"Dorothy, calm down." It was David's turn to put a hand on Dorothy's arm as she started to breath heavily.
"Yes, of course." Dorothy cleared her throat. "I think that if I relay what I heard, you might be able to remember what you saw."
"So 'heard' it?" Jennifer raised one eyebrow. "If you didn't see it, you got not evidence. So it sounds like a bunch of bullcra-"
"She's blind," David interrupted with a louder voice. "So unless you expect a blind person to miraculously 'see', you better believe she heard it. Besides, it's not exactly as far-fetched as someone seeing it and 'not remembering it'. That sounds like Bull much more than Dorothy."
"I don't think it matters whether I remember it or not." Jason sighed again. "I appreciate that you might have heard something. But I'm tired, and I just need sleep. Thank you, Ms. Louella, but goodbye." With that, Jason, followed by Jennifer, exited the police station to search for somewhere to stay.
Safely out of earshot, David let out a hiss of air. "What a bitch."
"David, you really should not curse." Dorothy said disapprovingly.
"Yeah, well, I've had a hell of a day. Seen way more dead bodies than I should have. Why did you want to tell him you heard it anyway?" David looked to Dorothy.
"I don't know... I really don't know..." Dorothy glanced to the side. "A bad feeling, I guess. Well, no matter. We should go and find somewhere to stay."
"Yeah, because we can't travel in a storm..." David rolled his eyes. "Urgh, I'm so pissed off right now..."
"The road is closed too. I'm sure the cleanup will take a while."
"I suppose." David sighed again, placing a hand on his forehead. "They have to clean cars and trees... not to mention the bodies... Well, I'll pay for wherever the hell we stay. Let's go." With that, David hooked his arm around Dorothy's to guide her around the unknown town, and walked away from the police station.
Still in the police station, by a payphone, a young man with the masks of comedy and tragedy on his shirt was talking into the receiver.
"Yeah, Valentine here. Yep, both the so called 'visionary' and... uh... 'hearing-aid'? What the hell do you call someone who hears a vision, anyway? Well, they've decided to think it was all just a 'bad feeling'. Nope. Stark didn't want to talk. He doesn't remember, so no list. You want me to go over and explain? No... fine. But when the first death is on your head, you better believe I'll be pissed." Hanging up, the young man looked down at a tugging on his jeans. "Hey Miles." Smiling down at his 10-year old brother, the man's smile grew. "Let's go get something to eat, yeah? Then I'll see if I can get you a crossword magazine."
With that, the man with his younger brother Mile, exited out of the same door Dorothy and Jason had exited.
"Miles, I gotta say, this is gonna be a stressful week. Do you know whose gonna die first, by any chance?"
"Bitch..." came the innocent reply.
The man's eyes grew. "Woah there, Miles. Who taught you that word!"
"Girl dog..." the reply came with a toothy grin.
"You cheeky brat."
"But even so..." Miles looked around. "That word is still key somehow..."
