I always knew Declan was irresponsible, but I never thought he'd go to this extreme.
How do I know it was Declan? He's the only one who would have a reason to. I just can't help asking myself why he would do it. Is Miranda really that important to him?
I had already figured out that Miranda was more than just an assistant. It was quite obvious that they were good friends. He just has this charm that makes people his friends even if they don't really want to be.
Even me.
That's probably why I'm still standing here, not moving, not doing anything. All I have to do is call the police. That's it. Then the cloth will be saved, and we can preserve it and save people from life-threatening illnesses. I can save the world with one phone call.
I just don't feel right, taking all of the credit for something that Declan discovered. Yes, believe it or not, I *do* have a concience. I could have even fooled myself for a while. I don't want to just deny him the right to save his friend. It should be his decision.
But it's the wrong decision. He's not looking at the big picture. I mean, wasn't he the one that said that this could save millions of lives? He's the one who convinced me that this *was* worth looking into, and now he's just throwing it all away.
I just can't let him do that.
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I had felt a sense of authority when I was walking though the hospital corridors with the police behind me. I was doing the right thing, saving the world.
Then I entered the hospital room and I stopped short. He had already done it. He had already given her the cloth.
I remeber the look on his face when he gave me the empty box and said he was sorry. It was almost a guilty look, but not regretful.
Now I'm just standing here, paralyzed. All I can think about is the fact that the cloth is gone. It's gone forever, and there's nothing I can do about it. I don't even notice the police putting Declan in handcuffs.
"Look," Peggy's voice gets me out of my trance, and I see Miranda's eyes open. I see the life coming back to her as she lifts her hand and lets the cloth's ashes fall to the ground and she grabs on to Declan's hand. She can't hold on, but the police let Declan go back to her.
I can see the relief in his face as he leans over to kiss her on the forehead.
That's it. I just can't take this anymore. There's no use in imprisoning the guy for something that's already gone.
I turn to the policeman who has Declan in handcuffs and I say, "Let him go."
How do I know it was Declan? He's the only one who would have a reason to. I just can't help asking myself why he would do it. Is Miranda really that important to him?
I had already figured out that Miranda was more than just an assistant. It was quite obvious that they were good friends. He just has this charm that makes people his friends even if they don't really want to be.
Even me.
That's probably why I'm still standing here, not moving, not doing anything. All I have to do is call the police. That's it. Then the cloth will be saved, and we can preserve it and save people from life-threatening illnesses. I can save the world with one phone call.
I just don't feel right, taking all of the credit for something that Declan discovered. Yes, believe it or not, I *do* have a concience. I could have even fooled myself for a while. I don't want to just deny him the right to save his friend. It should be his decision.
But it's the wrong decision. He's not looking at the big picture. I mean, wasn't he the one that said that this could save millions of lives? He's the one who convinced me that this *was* worth looking into, and now he's just throwing it all away.
I just can't let him do that.
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I had felt a sense of authority when I was walking though the hospital corridors with the police behind me. I was doing the right thing, saving the world.
Then I entered the hospital room and I stopped short. He had already done it. He had already given her the cloth.
I remeber the look on his face when he gave me the empty box and said he was sorry. It was almost a guilty look, but not regretful.
Now I'm just standing here, paralyzed. All I can think about is the fact that the cloth is gone. It's gone forever, and there's nothing I can do about it. I don't even notice the police putting Declan in handcuffs.
"Look," Peggy's voice gets me out of my trance, and I see Miranda's eyes open. I see the life coming back to her as she lifts her hand and lets the cloth's ashes fall to the ground and she grabs on to Declan's hand. She can't hold on, but the police let Declan go back to her.
I can see the relief in his face as he leans over to kiss her on the forehead.
That's it. I just can't take this anymore. There's no use in imprisoning the guy for something that's already gone.
I turn to the policeman who has Declan in handcuffs and I say, "Let him go."