Author: Thank you to those who have reviewed. Again I don't own any percentage of Willard, but if I did...then that would be really cool.
-Willard exits the mental institution holding one suitcase with the last of his belongings and the gates close behind him. He looks around and sees the coast is clear.-
Willard: Socrates! Socrates, you can come out now!
-Socrates comes from under a car, scurries up Willard's leg into the pocket of his coat. -
Willard: Let's go home now Socrates!
-Willard takes a taxi back to the street his house is on. Willard goes up the steps and attempts to open the door, but it's locked. So instead he knocks on the door. A little girl and a younger little boy answer the door.-
Willard: What are you doing in my house?
Little Girl: Are you the crazy man who talks to rats?
Little Boy: The real ebtate warned us about you...
Little Girl: It's real estate dummy!
Willard: -Whispers to Socrates-They think I'm crazy...
Little Girl: He's talking to the rat in his pocket!!
Little Boy: He is crazy! -Slams the door-
Willard: What nice children huh, Socrates? Well, don't worry, after we find Ben we can get our house back. For now we need to find a place to stay. -Checks money in wallet- and preferably some where cheap...you don't suppose any of your friends would let us stay with them would they?
Socrates: -From inside Willard's pocket- SQUEAK!
Willard: Right then...I suppose I could ask Cathryn...
Socrates: Squeak sqeeeeak?
Willard: Cathryn, she was one of my coworkers, she was at mother's funeral.
Socrates: Squeak squeak squeak squeak, squeak?
Willard: No I'm not looking for pootie tang! Just a place to stay for the night until we find Ben.
Socrates: Sqeeeak....
Willard: I am! Lets get going...
-Somehow Willard got Cathryn's address...how isn't important... Fine! He used a phone book to get her address and he didn't call because that would ruin the whole point of the chapter! Sheesh! Anyway, so he got her address and oddly enough had no trouble finding her house. He went up the steps and knocked on the door. Cathryn answers.-
Willard: Hello Cathryn...
Cathryn: Willard! I thought you were locked up in the mental institution.
Willard: Yes, but unfortunately I wasn't crazy enough for them so they let me out, but I still need to go through three years of therapy.
Cathryn: So what brings you here?
Willard: I'm looking for a place to stay. Just for a while, that is if you don't mind.
Cathryn: Well, I suppose. -Cathryn lets Willard inside- I have a spare room upstairs. You can put your suitcase in there for now. Are you hungry can I get you something to eat?
Willard: No thank you, we're not that hungry.
Cathryn: We're?!
Willard: ...Uh, I meant I'm not that hungry. I guess that's what the therapy is for. I'm going to go my room now. -Goes up the stairs to his room. Once inside He takes Socrates out of his pocket and places the small white rat on his pillow.- See Socrates, that was easy. Cathryn trusts me, and so she let me stay here.
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: No! You thought she wouldn't let us stay here, I was the one who-
-Cathryn stood a few steps from the top in direct hearing range of everything Willard was saying. Whoever he was talking to was making squeaking sounds. It was what Cathryn had feared, Willard still controlled the rats. She slowly went up the rest of the steps and tiptoed until she was in the doorframe of the room-
Cathryn: Willard...who are you talking to?
-Willard jumped and turned around. It was too late for him to try and block the pillow, Cathryn would see Socrates and report him back to the mental institution, but maybe it wasn't too late yet-
Willard: Uh myself?
Cathryn: But I heard squeaking sounds...
Willard: ...That was Socrates.-gestures to the pillow- I'm sorry Cathryn, but I need to find Ben and Socrates is the only one who can help me.
Cathryn: Willard there's nothing on that pillow.
Willard: What do you mean? Socrates is there. -Willard goes over to the pillow and picks up Socrates, yet all that Cathryn sees is Willard picking up air.-
Cathryn: -Goes over to Willard- Poor Willard...you're seeing things...but it's okay. Therapy can fix that too.
Willard: -Becomes a bit angrier- I am not seeing things!! I am not crazy! Socrates is right here. -Places the hand which Socrates is on closer to Cathryn but she sees nothing- Why don't you see him.
Cathryn: ...Uh well, I should just play along for now, until the therapy fixes him at least. I do see him. -Pets the air above Willard's hand-
Willard: He likes you, I can tell. See I'm not crazy, just a little lonely. But Socrates can keep me company, and you too.
Cathryn: ...Right. Gee Willard...you look tired maybe you should take a nap.
Willard: ...I do feel a bit sleepy.
Cathryn: Then I'll let you sleep. If you need anything, just ask.
-Cathryn exited the room closing the door behind her. For now she would let him be. It was only minor things, nothing that therapy couldn't fix.-
-Willard exits the mental institution holding one suitcase with the last of his belongings and the gates close behind him. He looks around and sees the coast is clear.-
Willard: Socrates! Socrates, you can come out now!
-Socrates comes from under a car, scurries up Willard's leg into the pocket of his coat. -
Willard: Let's go home now Socrates!
-Willard takes a taxi back to the street his house is on. Willard goes up the steps and attempts to open the door, but it's locked. So instead he knocks on the door. A little girl and a younger little boy answer the door.-
Willard: What are you doing in my house?
Little Girl: Are you the crazy man who talks to rats?
Little Boy: The real ebtate warned us about you...
Little Girl: It's real estate dummy!
Willard: -Whispers to Socrates-They think I'm crazy...
Little Girl: He's talking to the rat in his pocket!!
Little Boy: He is crazy! -Slams the door-
Willard: What nice children huh, Socrates? Well, don't worry, after we find Ben we can get our house back. For now we need to find a place to stay. -Checks money in wallet- and preferably some where cheap...you don't suppose any of your friends would let us stay with them would they?
Socrates: -From inside Willard's pocket- SQUEAK!
Willard: Right then...I suppose I could ask Cathryn...
Socrates: Squeak sqeeeeak?
Willard: Cathryn, she was one of my coworkers, she was at mother's funeral.
Socrates: Squeak squeak squeak squeak, squeak?
Willard: No I'm not looking for pootie tang! Just a place to stay for the night until we find Ben.
Socrates: Sqeeeak....
Willard: I am! Lets get going...
-Somehow Willard got Cathryn's address...how isn't important... Fine! He used a phone book to get her address and he didn't call because that would ruin the whole point of the chapter! Sheesh! Anyway, so he got her address and oddly enough had no trouble finding her house. He went up the steps and knocked on the door. Cathryn answers.-
Willard: Hello Cathryn...
Cathryn: Willard! I thought you were locked up in the mental institution.
Willard: Yes, but unfortunately I wasn't crazy enough for them so they let me out, but I still need to go through three years of therapy.
Cathryn: So what brings you here?
Willard: I'm looking for a place to stay. Just for a while, that is if you don't mind.
Cathryn: Well, I suppose. -Cathryn lets Willard inside- I have a spare room upstairs. You can put your suitcase in there for now. Are you hungry can I get you something to eat?
Willard: No thank you, we're not that hungry.
Cathryn: We're?!
Willard: ...Uh, I meant I'm not that hungry. I guess that's what the therapy is for. I'm going to go my room now. -Goes up the stairs to his room. Once inside He takes Socrates out of his pocket and places the small white rat on his pillow.- See Socrates, that was easy. Cathryn trusts me, and so she let me stay here.
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: No! You thought she wouldn't let us stay here, I was the one who-
-Cathryn stood a few steps from the top in direct hearing range of everything Willard was saying. Whoever he was talking to was making squeaking sounds. It was what Cathryn had feared, Willard still controlled the rats. She slowly went up the rest of the steps and tiptoed until she was in the doorframe of the room-
Cathryn: Willard...who are you talking to?
-Willard jumped and turned around. It was too late for him to try and block the pillow, Cathryn would see Socrates and report him back to the mental institution, but maybe it wasn't too late yet-
Willard: Uh myself?
Cathryn: But I heard squeaking sounds...
Willard: ...That was Socrates.-gestures to the pillow- I'm sorry Cathryn, but I need to find Ben and Socrates is the only one who can help me.
Cathryn: Willard there's nothing on that pillow.
Willard: What do you mean? Socrates is there. -Willard goes over to the pillow and picks up Socrates, yet all that Cathryn sees is Willard picking up air.-
Cathryn: -Goes over to Willard- Poor Willard...you're seeing things...but it's okay. Therapy can fix that too.
Willard: -Becomes a bit angrier- I am not seeing things!! I am not crazy! Socrates is right here. -Places the hand which Socrates is on closer to Cathryn but she sees nothing- Why don't you see him.
Cathryn: ...Uh well, I should just play along for now, until the therapy fixes him at least. I do see him. -Pets the air above Willard's hand-
Willard: He likes you, I can tell. See I'm not crazy, just a little lonely. But Socrates can keep me company, and you too.
Cathryn: ...Right. Gee Willard...you look tired maybe you should take a nap.
Willard: ...I do feel a bit sleepy.
Cathryn: Then I'll let you sleep. If you need anything, just ask.
-Cathryn exited the room closing the door behind her. For now she would let him be. It was only minor things, nothing that therapy couldn't fix.-