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The officer drove William down to the police department. He felt severely nervous, sort of like a criminal, or a disgruntled hobo. He didn't say anything at all during the ride.

When they reached their destination, William finally decided to ask the man, "Um. Sir. Why am I here?"

"You're a witness. We need to see what you know," the officer said, leading Will into the office, and then into a dark room. The atmosphere scared him, and he was sure he would go to jail.

Will shivered as the man guided him towards his seat. He saw the man sit down across from him. "My first question: did you murder Kitty Follmer?"

"No!" Will exclaimed, hoping he wouldn't sound too crazy.

"So, if you didn't murder her, then why were you downstairs next to her body?"

"I was getting a glass of water. Why would I murder my girlfriend?"

"Good point, kid, well made. But there is still the concept of her death. You seem to be the only one that we can hold responsible. You are free to go until your hearing on Saturday afternoon."

William smiled, thanking God he wasn't going to jail. "Thank you, sir," he said and the two men walked out of the station, where William's parents stood. He saw his mother was crying, and walked over to hug her.

"William!" she cried, holding him in her arms. He felt bad, making her worry, even though she wasn't his real mother. He still loved her, though.

That night, Will lay awake in his bed, worrying. He was very nervous about the court case, and he was also quite afraid of the fact that his girlfriend had committed suicide in his home. Wait! The note Will thought to himself and quickly hopped out of bed and searched for his blue jeans that he had worn earlier that day. He stuck his hand into the pocket and searched for the note. It might even be a clue for his innocence. Will quickly read it again.

He read it over and over. He couldn't help but wonder what she had meant by "finding the truth". Did she know that he was an adopted child? Did her father know about his parents? William's head filled quickly with questions of his parents, he felt so excitingly close. But nevertheless, he closed his eyes and fell into a light, hazy sleep.

William dreamt of the same woman and baby again, but the man was gone. This time there were two other people, as well. There was a man that had light brown hair and a sad expression, and a woman with dark hair that looked like the man's girlfriend, or maybe his wife. William watched as they quarreled. The short, red-haired woman seemed like a nervous wreck, and the other two were yelling. Will couldn't tell what they were saying, but it didn't matter. Soon, there was a loud honk and the people ran out of the apartment and out to a strange old van. There were three men sitting in it. They were the same three men from Will's previous dream, but this time they seemed less calm. There was a horrifying vibe of rush and confusion as the people hurried to buckle the baby into the car. William seemed to now be in the car with the three strange men and the baby. They were driving quickly, but soon stopped by strange people who then took the baby away. William screamed, "NO!"

He suddenly awoke, with a figure standing over him. "Dad?" Will asked, sleepily.

There was no answer.

"Wh-who are you?" William stuttered.

"William," whispered his sister.

"Teresa? What are you doing?"

"I know who murdered Kitty."

"Teri, it's okay. I'm innocent, it doesn't matter."

"It does, William!" the girl persuaded.

Will looked at his little sister, smiling, "It doesn't." He pushed her away and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Will awoke to the smell of pancakes. He yawned, and made his way down to the kitchen, half asleep.

"Good morning, William," his mother said.

"Morning, mom," Will grumbled. He sleepily walked to the table where he sat down, staring across the table at his sister. Teresa was happily eating her pancakes, when she looked up. The girl gave him a dirty look, and then kept eating. Maybe he should've listened to her.

"Ready for pancakes, William?" his mom suddenly asked.

"Sure," he said, but really he felt too nervous to eat. His mother dumped three golden-brown pancakes in front of him. Will sighed.

"What's wrong, honey?" Will's mom asked.

"I'm just. Nervous about Saturday." he replied.

"Oh! I almost forgot. Your lawyer's coming to our house today, and you're going to go down to the FBI for questioning."

"Mom."

"What?"

"I. Never mind."

"What's on your mind, Will?"

"It's nothing. I'm just kinda' scared about this court case. You know I didn't murder her, right?"

"Yes. Will I believe you."

"Thanks, mom."

"Honey. You don't have to call me mom if you don't want to."

"No, mom. It's okay."

"Will, after all this, maybe we can find your real parents."

He sighed. He didn't know whether he should try to find his real parents. Will had a fear that they might hate him, or be hillbillies. or criminals. or. something much worse. He left the room and went back upstairs to check his email.

He logged on as 14will_kwest14@aol.com. There were three emails sent to him. One from Dave, the guy from the computer store, one from Harry, and the third one was anonymous. He opened the anonymous one first, feeling quite curious. He clicked on the email, and it opened quickly, showing a large picture of the woman from his dreams. Underneath, there was a caption. I WILL BE THERE, it read. Will was shaken and quickly deleted the email. Who was that woman? And what did it mean?

William couldn't help but read the note. He kept reading it over, and over again. He couldn't keep his eyes off the sentence; 'To find the truth, go to my father' did this mean that her father knew about his real parents? After all, William had been told they were FBI. and Follmer was a former FBI. Did he know? .Maybe?

William, after much self-persuasion, decided to make his way to the Follmer residence. He looked into the large glass living room window, and saw Brad sitting on the couch, hands clenched together, as if he were preying. Will was sure he wasn't, though, the Follmer's never seemed to be a religious family. Nevertheless, he knocked on the beige-colored door, hoping Mr. Follmer wouldn't be completely insane.

The man slowly shuffled to the door, knowing it was William. "Come in," he said, in an unhopeful tone, "I know what you've come for."

William was lead into the living room, where he planted himself upon the off-white sofa. "Mr. Follmer, I." William began.

"No. I know what you've come to ask. And if you were about to apologize, I accept it, but it wasn't you," Brad Follmer stated.

"But I."

"It was all planned out."

"What?"

"I'll explain later. Now, let's get down to business. What you've come for, your true parents."

"Uh huh?"

"William, before I explain to you who and what they are, I will tell you why. Your parents were FBI agents, working under the directions of A.D. Walter Skinner. They were placed in a sector labeled X-Files, which were unsolved cases that involved alien abductions, government conspiracy, and several strange criminal occurrences. Originally, there were two agents working the cases: Agent Mulder and Agent Scully. Together, they were unstoppable solving the unexplainable. Until it happened: Agent Scully was abducted."

"Whoa! Really?"

"Yes. Really. Scully was experimented upon (alongside other women) by the conspiracists, and ended up becoming pregnant with you."

"So. I'm an alien?!"

"Not really. Anyway, then, soon after Scully found out that she was pregnant, Mulder was abducted. That was when agents Doggett and Reyes came into action, trying to find him. They ended up succeeding, but by the time they had finally found him, you were given up."

"But why?"

"William, you were a government test. They wanted you dead. They still want you dead, or at least in the palm of their hand. William, you must escape the conspiracy. Fight the future."

"I have to find my parents first!"

"You are the only one that can save the human race from the future. You must fight it."

William backed away from the old man and ran out the door, and back toward his home, just to see a black car pull up into the driveway. He guessed that was his lawyer.

As he walked into his home, Will could smelled the stench cigars, which meant his father was most likely nervously smoking in the living room. He slowly stepped into the kitchen, where he saw his mother baking muffins (something she did when she was nervous), and a tall blond woman wearing a door-to-door salesperson outfit. "Um. Hi?" William mumbled.

"Hello, William. I'm your lawyer, Allison Sherman," the blond woman replied in a cheery tone.

The two shook hands. "Do you think I'm truly innocent?" William asked.

"We'll see. I'm going to drive you down to the FBI headquarters so we can get some highly classified personnel to get your answers," Allison explained.

William nodded, even though he didn't know why there was so much fuss over the misfortune of his girlfriend committing suicide. He let his lawyer lead him to her black Mercedes.

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