Author's note: Okay, I don't know how this story is going to end...well I have an idea but I don't feel satisfied with it. I mean this story was supposed to be focused on Willard but with the way I might end it, it would focus on Cathryn I suppose, but it could lead into a sequel. I'm not sure yet...I put a little X-Files joke in the chapter some where. I don't own these characters or the rights to the movie. Short chapter. .o; Sort of stuck on it, but I didn't wanna have you guys think I'm quitting. It's boring too...hmm need to think of some thing to make the plot more interesting...Thanks for the reviews! ^_^
-A few hours later Willard goes down stairs and heads into the dinning room where he hears Cathryn setting the table-
Willard: Can I help you set the table?
Cathryn: No, that's okay. The spaghetti is almost done. Did you have a nice nap?
Willard: Yes, it was very nice.
Cathryn: That's good.
-A few minutes later everything is ready and they begin to eat-
Willard: -Takes a bite of some spaghetti- This is really good.
Cathryn: Well, it's nothing special. Uh Willard there's some stray pasta next to your plate.
Willard: That's for Socrates. He gets hungry too you know.
Cathryn: ...Right, where is Socrates.
Willard: Right there Cathryn, I thought you could see him...
Cathryn: Oh right, I can...
-They eat in silence for a few minutes, then Cathryn speaks up-
Cathryn: Willard, what ever happened to Scully?
Willard: Oh, well in the 9th season Scully became pregnant and then-
Cathryn: No Willard...I meant the cat I gave you...
Willard: ..Cat...oh right! Well you see the rats...
Cathryn: You don't need to say anymore Willard. Are you finished? -Cathryn stands up and takes both her plate and his before he can answer-
Willard: Do you want me to help with the dishes?
Cathryn: No that's quite- -Looks at the spot where the pasta for Socrates was-...What happened to the pasta that was there?
Willard: Well, Socrates ate it, what do you think would happen to it?
Cathryn: But...never mind. -Cathryn continued into the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink and begins to talk to herself quietly- He must have eaten it himself...I mean there isn't really any rat with Willard...at least not one that I see...
Willard: -Enters the kitchen hearing Cathryn talk to herself- Is everything okay?
Cathryn: Yes, why do you ask?
Willard: You were talking to yourself. The people at the mental institution said I did that a lot, but I'll let you in on a little secret. I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to Socrates.
Cathryn: Socrates was in your cell?
Willard: Yes, he came about a week after I arrived. I would only talk to him at first, but then he told me it was okay to talk to the others.
Cathryn: There were other rats in your cell?
Willard: No, I meant the workers.
Cathryn: Oh...-Cathryn looked to the kitchen counter and saw three brown pebbles- Willard what is that...?
Willard: Oh geeze! I'm sorry Socrates is usually better about doing his business some where less obvious. -Gets a paper towel and cleans it up-
Cathryn: You mean...he...
Willard: Went to the bathroom? Of course you don't expect him to hold it in all the time do you?
-It was at that moment Cathryn fainted-
-A few hours later Willard goes down stairs and heads into the dinning room where he hears Cathryn setting the table-
Willard: Can I help you set the table?
Cathryn: No, that's okay. The spaghetti is almost done. Did you have a nice nap?
Willard: Yes, it was very nice.
Cathryn: That's good.
-A few minutes later everything is ready and they begin to eat-
Willard: -Takes a bite of some spaghetti- This is really good.
Cathryn: Well, it's nothing special. Uh Willard there's some stray pasta next to your plate.
Willard: That's for Socrates. He gets hungry too you know.
Cathryn: ...Right, where is Socrates.
Willard: Right there Cathryn, I thought you could see him...
Cathryn: Oh right, I can...
-They eat in silence for a few minutes, then Cathryn speaks up-
Cathryn: Willard, what ever happened to Scully?
Willard: Oh, well in the 9th season Scully became pregnant and then-
Cathryn: No Willard...I meant the cat I gave you...
Willard: ..Cat...oh right! Well you see the rats...
Cathryn: You don't need to say anymore Willard. Are you finished? -Cathryn stands up and takes both her plate and his before he can answer-
Willard: Do you want me to help with the dishes?
Cathryn: No that's quite- -Looks at the spot where the pasta for Socrates was-...What happened to the pasta that was there?
Willard: Well, Socrates ate it, what do you think would happen to it?
Cathryn: But...never mind. -Cathryn continued into the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink and begins to talk to herself quietly- He must have eaten it himself...I mean there isn't really any rat with Willard...at least not one that I see...
Willard: -Enters the kitchen hearing Cathryn talk to herself- Is everything okay?
Cathryn: Yes, why do you ask?
Willard: You were talking to yourself. The people at the mental institution said I did that a lot, but I'll let you in on a little secret. I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to Socrates.
Cathryn: Socrates was in your cell?
Willard: Yes, he came about a week after I arrived. I would only talk to him at first, but then he told me it was okay to talk to the others.
Cathryn: There were other rats in your cell?
Willard: No, I meant the workers.
Cathryn: Oh...-Cathryn looked to the kitchen counter and saw three brown pebbles- Willard what is that...?
Willard: Oh geeze! I'm sorry Socrates is usually better about doing his business some where less obvious. -Gets a paper towel and cleans it up-
Cathryn: You mean...he...
Willard: Went to the bathroom? Of course you don't expect him to hold it in all the time do you?
-It was at that moment Cathryn fainted-