Dan walked off the elevator into the studio the next day.
As he passed people, he greeted them with a smile.
"Danny! In a good mood I see?" Casey asked as Dan walked into their shared
office.
"I can't be sad anymore Casey. This show is starting' to suffer, and who's the
best man in the studio to help cheer them up?" Dan asked.
"Lemme guess... You?" Casey asked, with a slight smile.
"Nope! You and me!" Dan said as he sat down and looked through the new emails
that popped up on his screen.
"Junk... Junk.... Fowards... DELETE!... Man I hate fowards... Junk... Junk...Ju..
eh?" Dan asked quietly.
Casey walked over and looked over his shoulder.
On Dan's screen the email was displayed in small print.
"Daniel Wesley Rydell?" Casey muttered aloud.
Dan nodded slowly and opened the email, then read aloud.
"Dear Daniel. By the time you get this, your phone should be ringing. Answer it
quickly," Danny read aloud, then almost instantly the phone rang.
He ran to it and picked it up.
"Sports Night, Dan Rydell speaking," He said.
"Hello Dan. How is Sports Night doing without Natalie?" The voice on the other
side of the phone asked.
"Why are you doing this to her, to her friends, and to me?!" Dan asked, raising
his voice.
"Aha, that is the question! One that I will be more than happy to answer on my
own time, my dear Daniel," came the response.
"Can I talk to Natalie?" Dan asked, calming down slightly.
"Heh... Even the cruelest of people have a soft spot. Go ahead, talk to him
Natalie!" The voice said, then silence ensued.
"H..hello... Danny?" Natalie's voice came over the phone.
"Natalie! Where are you? Do you know?" Dan asked her.
"Danny... I'm scared... I feel strange...." Natalie replied as she slowly
trailed off.
"Natalie?!" Dan screamed into the phone.
"She can't hear you now... I've made sure of that," The other voice replied.
"You... YOU KILLED HER?!" Dan screamed again!
"Of course not! She's just a little bit drugged. For Natalie Hurley, I'm
signing off. Good Night!" The voice said as he hung up the phone.
