Author: This might explain more of why Cathryn doesn't see Socrates. But you won't exactly find out what she saw until the next(last) chapter. I was writing this chapter and the song Cathryn hears in the car actually came up on my winamp and I thought, "I gotta have that in my fic!", so yup.
-Cathryn woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. Leaving her room she made her way down the hallway when she noticed the bathroom light on. Willard must have left it on she thought, and continued. She stopped in the doorway and couldn't believe what she saw. She blinked a few times, then backed away slowly to make sure she wasn't heard. Once away from the bathroom she quietly ran back to her room and didn't get up again.-
Later that morning....
-Willard woke up to find something nibbling on his left ear. He shifted his head and saw Socrates staring back at him patiently. The alarm clock said 5:30, Willard was surprised to see that Socrates could tell time. Willard quickly dressed into a nice crisp suit and put on his coat where he once again placed Socrates in the pocket. He wrote a quick note leaving it on the pillow. Holding his suitcase he poked his head out of the room to see that Cathryn's door was closed slightly. He tipped toed down the stairs and out the front door with no troubles.-
Willard: See Socrates? We're home free, just you and me. Free spirits traveling on the road, two men roughing it...
Socrates: SQUEAK!
Willard: Right...
-Willard continued to walk until he arrived at a bus stop. Socrates poked his nose out of the pocket.-
Willard: So where will we go after this?
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: Train station, which train will we take?
Socrates: Squeak. Squeak squeak, squeak.
Willard: Okay okay, you don't need to be so snippy...
Thirty minutes later back at Cathryn's house.
-Cathryn got up out of bed and went over to the bathroom to find that it was empty. After she relieved her bladder she quietly went to Willard's room only to find it empty with the bed made.-
Cathryn: Willard? Willard? -Goes into the room to find a note left on the pillow.- Dear Cathryn, I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye but Socrates felt it was best that we did this. I don't know if I'll ever see you again, so for now this is good-bye. Socrates and I plan on going far away, I'll send you a postcard sometime. ~Willard. -Cathryn ran out of the room back into her own knowing she had to stop Willard before he left. She quickly dressed and ran downstairs with her car keys in hand. After finally getting the small Volkswagen to run she found another dilemma, where to go?-
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-Willard made his way to the front of the bus-
Willard: Driver, stop here. -The driver stopped and let Willard off the bus. Once the bus was out of site, Socrates climbed up Willard's arm up to his shoulder.- Socrates, are you sure it's necessary that we stop here and walk the 8 blocks to the bus stop?
Socrates: -Angrily- SQUEAK! Squeaaaaak squeak?
Willard: No! No...it's just that...never mind. You've gotten heavier, how much do you weigh now?
Socrates: Squeak.
Willard: You should think about dieting.
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-Cathryn drove past the bus stop and saw that it was empty except for a young woman on a cell phone. It wasn't too far until the train station, so maybe it wasn't too late. Feeling creeped out by the silence she turned the radio onto an oldies station. The current song ended and The Shirelles "I Will Follow Him" came on. Cathryn listened to the song for fourteen seconds before abruptly turning it off. Silence wasn't so bad. Ten minutes later she parked her bug outside the train station. She ran into the station leaving the keys in her car.-
Cathryn: Willard?! -The station was relatively small so there wasn't much space to cover. She looked around and saw Willard wasn't there. She went to the teller desk in hopes of knowing where he went.- When did the last train leave?
Worker: About five minutes ago for West Virginia.
Cathryn: Thank you. -Cathryn walked back out the station knowing Willard's life may be in danger and she couldn't do anything about it. She went to the spot where she parked the old bug only to find it missing. After Cathryn muttered some expletives we can't have in this fic or otherwise it'd ruin our "G" rating she began to walk home in hopes of getting some one to pick her up.-
Willard: Did you know that 'race car' spelled backwards is 'race car'? I just figured that out...
Socrates: Squeak!
Willard: Wow you're awfully grumpy today. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the wood shavings pile.
-Willard squinted a bit and saw some one walking towards them.-
Willard: Look Socrates! It's another person!
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: It is a good thing Socrates. Cheer up!
~~~
-Cathryn had been walking for four minutes (humming "I Will Follow Him" for the last two) when she spotted Willard. Just with her luck Socrates was on her shoulder. Willard must have seen her because he started jogging towards her-
Cathryn: -Yells to Willard- Stop Willard! Don't come any closer!
Willard: -Yells back- I can't hear you, let me get closer!
-But as soon as Willard came close enough, Socrates leaped off Willard's should sinking his teeth into Cathryn's neck.-
-Cathryn woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. Leaving her room she made her way down the hallway when she noticed the bathroom light on. Willard must have left it on she thought, and continued. She stopped in the doorway and couldn't believe what she saw. She blinked a few times, then backed away slowly to make sure she wasn't heard. Once away from the bathroom she quietly ran back to her room and didn't get up again.-
Later that morning....
-Willard woke up to find something nibbling on his left ear. He shifted his head and saw Socrates staring back at him patiently. The alarm clock said 5:30, Willard was surprised to see that Socrates could tell time. Willard quickly dressed into a nice crisp suit and put on his coat where he once again placed Socrates in the pocket. He wrote a quick note leaving it on the pillow. Holding his suitcase he poked his head out of the room to see that Cathryn's door was closed slightly. He tipped toed down the stairs and out the front door with no troubles.-
Willard: See Socrates? We're home free, just you and me. Free spirits traveling on the road, two men roughing it...
Socrates: SQUEAK!
Willard: Right...
-Willard continued to walk until he arrived at a bus stop. Socrates poked his nose out of the pocket.-
Willard: So where will we go after this?
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: Train station, which train will we take?
Socrates: Squeak. Squeak squeak, squeak.
Willard: Okay okay, you don't need to be so snippy...
Thirty minutes later back at Cathryn's house.
-Cathryn got up out of bed and went over to the bathroom to find that it was empty. After she relieved her bladder she quietly went to Willard's room only to find it empty with the bed made.-
Cathryn: Willard? Willard? -Goes into the room to find a note left on the pillow.- Dear Cathryn, I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye but Socrates felt it was best that we did this. I don't know if I'll ever see you again, so for now this is good-bye. Socrates and I plan on going far away, I'll send you a postcard sometime. ~Willard. -Cathryn ran out of the room back into her own knowing she had to stop Willard before he left. She quickly dressed and ran downstairs with her car keys in hand. After finally getting the small Volkswagen to run she found another dilemma, where to go?-
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-Willard made his way to the front of the bus-
Willard: Driver, stop here. -The driver stopped and let Willard off the bus. Once the bus was out of site, Socrates climbed up Willard's arm up to his shoulder.- Socrates, are you sure it's necessary that we stop here and walk the 8 blocks to the bus stop?
Socrates: -Angrily- SQUEAK! Squeaaaaak squeak?
Willard: No! No...it's just that...never mind. You've gotten heavier, how much do you weigh now?
Socrates: Squeak.
Willard: You should think about dieting.
~~~
-Cathryn drove past the bus stop and saw that it was empty except for a young woman on a cell phone. It wasn't too far until the train station, so maybe it wasn't too late. Feeling creeped out by the silence she turned the radio onto an oldies station. The current song ended and The Shirelles "I Will Follow Him" came on. Cathryn listened to the song for fourteen seconds before abruptly turning it off. Silence wasn't so bad. Ten minutes later she parked her bug outside the train station. She ran into the station leaving the keys in her car.-
Cathryn: Willard?! -The station was relatively small so there wasn't much space to cover. She looked around and saw Willard wasn't there. She went to the teller desk in hopes of knowing where he went.- When did the last train leave?
Worker: About five minutes ago for West Virginia.
Cathryn: Thank you. -Cathryn walked back out the station knowing Willard's life may be in danger and she couldn't do anything about it. She went to the spot where she parked the old bug only to find it missing. After Cathryn muttered some expletives we can't have in this fic or otherwise it'd ruin our "G" rating she began to walk home in hopes of getting some one to pick her up.-
Willard: Did you know that 'race car' spelled backwards is 'race car'? I just figured that out...
Socrates: Squeak!
Willard: Wow you're awfully grumpy today. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the wood shavings pile.
-Willard squinted a bit and saw some one walking towards them.-
Willard: Look Socrates! It's another person!
Socrates: Squeak squeak...
Willard: It is a good thing Socrates. Cheer up!
~~~
-Cathryn had been walking for four minutes (humming "I Will Follow Him" for the last two) when she spotted Willard. Just with her luck Socrates was on her shoulder. Willard must have seen her because he started jogging towards her-
Cathryn: -Yells to Willard- Stop Willard! Don't come any closer!
Willard: -Yells back- I can't hear you, let me get closer!
-But as soon as Willard came close enough, Socrates leaped off Willard's should sinking his teeth into Cathryn's neck.-