Main character – Ned.

*I must apologize for how terrible this is, but as many know any story will have it's weak points to get from one point to another.*

"Hi Ned?" The only thing I could think of while I picked up that phone was someone either be dead or dying, if not they soon would be. But by the sound of Jack's voice I just knew something serious was happening. Having two kids of my own and the Phillips kids whom I like to think of as my own you learn the speech patterns, when they're playing around, nervous, or truly terrified. Jack was defiantly not calling me for the weather report.

"Jack what's wrong?" I tried not to let my voice show I was scared.

"It's my mom I think she might be dead or—"

"WHAT!?" At the sound of my scream Carey comes rushing out of his room, his eyes full of questions.

"No sir she isn't dead but she needs help really bad. I don't know what's wrong; I got a really weird phone call that told me to check on her, I didn't. Then another phone call came telling me the same thing. So I go to her doorway and the next thing I know I hear a loud thud. When I finally get the door open mom's lying on the floor unconscious." He was talking so fast I could barely understand the majority of it, but I did hear the important part of Molly was unconscious.

"Did you call 911?" I felt that was stupid question even three year olds know how to call that number.

"911!? Dad who are you talking to? What's going on!?" I wave my hand in Carey's direction indicating to him to be quiet.

"Sorta." Jack replies.

"What do you mean sorta? Either you did or you didn't."

"There wasn't an answer. And I called twice! That's when I decided to call you, I hope you don't mind." Mind!? If he had been calling for the weather report yes I would mind then, but for Goodness Sakes this is an emergency. Then I quickly realize what he has to deal with isn't a walk in the park, he's very scared like a small child.

"Jack buddy it's fine, ok?" I try to use my best "dad" voice I can.

"All right. What are we going to do?"

"I'm going to send Carey over there right now so you won't be alone." Even before I can tell Carey that I hear the front door open and slam shut then the sound of the car starting up.

"Good."

"Then once Carey is there, don't worry the way he drives he'll be there in three minutes. I'll hang up the phone and try to reach the paramedics or anybody, ok?"

"Um yeah that sounds great." I could tell by the sound of his voice he didn't find it great, he wanted someone, anyone with him at that moment. But there was only so much I could do. I felt helpless. I was afraid to ask questions on Molly's condition partially because I knew I really couldn't do anything; and I thought if I didn't know the seriousness of the situation I could just pretend it was nothing at all. Jack is speaking again more like rambling incoherently, never in my life have I witnessed that levelheaded boy acting so strange. I try to say yes or make any response at the right moments but I really don't think he notices.

I observe Irene standing at the doorway of our bedroom looking at me the same questioned eyes Carey had. She hadn't heard the phone I didn't either at first I think I had picked on ring 9. This house is full of deep sleepers once we hit our beds nothing not a phone call, a rainstorm, or anything else will awake us. Usually I like that I know people who never get a full amount of sleep because the smallest noise will disturb them, now that would drive me insane. The bad side of it is the fear of what if someone breaks in and we don't hear them and they steal us blind or worse hurt one of us?

"What's going on Ned?" Irene asks while walking towards me.

"Hey Carey's here. You promise your going to call 911?" That was one of the first things Jack had said in awhile that I was able to completely understand.

"Yes I will, ok I'll see you real soon, ok?" I hang up the phone before he can say Ok back. And immedialy dial 911, Irene looking at my fingers hit the digits, her face full of fear.

Chapter 5: Miracle Maker I don't own the characters or the show, but I'm sure you knew that

I don't own the characters or the show, but I'm sure you knew that.