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Chapter: 2
"Hey Carey what are you doing here?" Annie asked.
"Where's Molly?"
"She's upstairs I think, yeah she's upstairs." Jack answered him. Carey nodded and ran up the stairs, neither of the two in the living room thinking anything strange about it. He stood at the end of the staircase looking in both directions trying to decide where she was, than figured it had to be her room because it had the only closed door. He went over to it and knocked. No response. He knocked again louder and longer. Still nothing. So he turned the handle and walked in. Molly was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, with the most depressing look ever.
"Did I say come in?" She said without really looking at him.
"Molly what's wrong?" It hadn't worked in the car why would it work here? Carey thought to himself.
"It's not important."
"Of course it is. Now please tell me it'll make you feel better."
"Everything, you name it it's bugging me." Finally were getting somewhere he thought.
"Care to give me an example?" If the eyes could shot daggers he would be a dead man.
"No." Carey realized this approach was getting him nowhere and he couldn't think of any other way so he decided just to drop it.
"Well I suppose that's fair. Can you please give me a ride back?"
"Why can't you walk? It's just a few blocks away."
"It's cold." There was no response after a while and Carey sighed and turned towards the door wishing he had a heavier coat with him. It was only four blocks he had walked further than that before.
"Do you ever feel your life is spinning out of control like a toy airplane? You were flying it so straight; so well and out of nowhere it begins to noise dive. You pull with all your might on the remote but nothing will stop it. Yet it won't hit the ground and feeling of hopelessness knowing the crash will be coming at any moment…." Molly's voice began to fade out.
"Your life isn't spinning out of control Molly."
"Yes it is. My God Carey, my kids hate me, I can barely get through one song without messing up some how!" Than she began to cry like a small child.
"No it's not. First of all Jack and Fiona adore yo—"
"Yeah right, Jack who spends all his time locked in his room. Fiona left me; you know how often I hear from her? If I'm lucky once a month. Once a month!"
"Jack's a teenage boy, they act like that, it's the rules. I did, as did Clu. Long distance calls cost money, and being on the road makes it hard to be reached sometimes." Molly just sighed her tears not stopping.