A/N: Okay, I haven't got many reviews on my last chap, but that's ok. I'm sure I'll recieve quite a few on this on. Here it is, make sure to tell me what you think.
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Act VI: The Body
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The days passed the same. Fillmore kept reassuring people that he was perfectly fine while becoming more and more and more determined to find Ingrid. Even though the police hadn't found anything since Sunday everyone was still hopeful. But when Fillmore was eating his lunch on Wednesday he got a call. A call that had always been at the back of his mind, but he had never accepted the fact that he might actually recieve it. It was the call that he had been dreading.
"Safety Patrol, Officer Fillmore here."
"Hello Fillmore, it's Mr. Third. Are you busy?"
"Nope, just eating lunch. Why?"
"Well, there's something I wanted to tell you, but I don't want to do it over the phone. I've already called Principal Folsome and your parents and arranged to pick you up when your're done eating."
"I'm done."
"Well then I gues I'll be on my way. And Fillmore, I have to go somewhere after I tell you this thing. You can come with me if you'd like, but you certainly don't have to."
Uh...ok Mr. Third. I'll be waiting outside for you."
"Ok I'll be there in five minuted."
Fillmore hung up the phone, told Vallejo what was up, and then made his way outside. He came through the front door just as Mr. Third pulled up.
"Hey Mr. Third," said Fillmore, getting into the car. "So, what did you want to tell me?"
"Well Fillmore, they ummm, they found a body."
"No way," said Fillmore , determindly. "It's not Ingrid, it can't be, I know it's not."
"They say they're sure it is. They just need me to go to the hospital and positively identify her. You don't have to come."
"I am, I want to. And I want to see her."
"I wonder if Ingrid knew how lucky she was to have you."
With that Fillmore's last glimmer of hope died. Even Ingrid's father thought she was dead. He was talking about her in past tense!
"Um, Fillmore, they're only supposed to let family see the bodies."
"Tell them I'm her brother."
"Fillmore, please don't take this the wrong way, but, you don't LOOK like her brother."
"Oh! Uh...tell them I'm adopted."
"Ok, I don't know it it'll work, but we can try."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. They arrived at the hospital and found a nurse to lead them to the room.
"Ok Mr. Third, you can go in, but the child can't."
"What? No, I have to go in!"
"It's much to upsetting for a child."
"I'll be fine."
"Only family is allowed."
"I'm her brother, I'm adopted."
"One person at a time."
"I'll wait."
"No you won't. You can go first," said Mr. Third.
"But sir-" began the nurse.
"No, he can go first."
The nurse sighed, "follow me." Fillmore did as he was told. "I still think this is far too upsetting for a child," mummbled the nurse as she closed the door to the room. She walked over to a table where a sheet covered, what Fillmore supposed was a body. "Now all you have to is tell us it's your sister. It shouldn't take long." Fillmore nodded and the nurse uncovered the girl's head. One glance told Fillmore all he needed to know. What he had always known, deep down.
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A/N: Ok, here's your major cliffie. I know I usually update daily, but just to make things more interesting, I'm not updating until Tues. or maybe Thur. it depends. I'm not cruel, I just want you to get the full affect of a cliffie. However, fell free to scream and send me angry reviews. ;)
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Act VI: The Body
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The days passed the same. Fillmore kept reassuring people that he was perfectly fine while becoming more and more and more determined to find Ingrid. Even though the police hadn't found anything since Sunday everyone was still hopeful. But when Fillmore was eating his lunch on Wednesday he got a call. A call that had always been at the back of his mind, but he had never accepted the fact that he might actually recieve it. It was the call that he had been dreading.
"Safety Patrol, Officer Fillmore here."
"Hello Fillmore, it's Mr. Third. Are you busy?"
"Nope, just eating lunch. Why?"
"Well, there's something I wanted to tell you, but I don't want to do it over the phone. I've already called Principal Folsome and your parents and arranged to pick you up when your're done eating."
"I'm done."
"Well then I gues I'll be on my way. And Fillmore, I have to go somewhere after I tell you this thing. You can come with me if you'd like, but you certainly don't have to."
Uh...ok Mr. Third. I'll be waiting outside for you."
"Ok I'll be there in five minuted."
Fillmore hung up the phone, told Vallejo what was up, and then made his way outside. He came through the front door just as Mr. Third pulled up.
"Hey Mr. Third," said Fillmore, getting into the car. "So, what did you want to tell me?"
"Well Fillmore, they ummm, they found a body."
"No way," said Fillmore , determindly. "It's not Ingrid, it can't be, I know it's not."
"They say they're sure it is. They just need me to go to the hospital and positively identify her. You don't have to come."
"I am, I want to. And I want to see her."
"I wonder if Ingrid knew how lucky she was to have you."
With that Fillmore's last glimmer of hope died. Even Ingrid's father thought she was dead. He was talking about her in past tense!
"Um, Fillmore, they're only supposed to let family see the bodies."
"Tell them I'm her brother."
"Fillmore, please don't take this the wrong way, but, you don't LOOK like her brother."
"Oh! Uh...tell them I'm adopted."
"Ok, I don't know it it'll work, but we can try."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. They arrived at the hospital and found a nurse to lead them to the room.
"Ok Mr. Third, you can go in, but the child can't."
"What? No, I have to go in!"
"It's much to upsetting for a child."
"I'll be fine."
"Only family is allowed."
"I'm her brother, I'm adopted."
"One person at a time."
"I'll wait."
"No you won't. You can go first," said Mr. Third.
"But sir-" began the nurse.
"No, he can go first."
The nurse sighed, "follow me." Fillmore did as he was told. "I still think this is far too upsetting for a child," mummbled the nurse as she closed the door to the room. She walked over to a table where a sheet covered, what Fillmore supposed was a body. "Now all you have to is tell us it's your sister. It shouldn't take long." Fillmore nodded and the nurse uncovered the girl's head. One glance told Fillmore all he needed to know. What he had always known, deep down.
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A/N: Ok, here's your major cliffie. I know I usually update daily, but just to make things more interesting, I'm not updating until Tues. or maybe Thur. it depends. I'm not cruel, I just want you to get the full affect of a cliffie. However, fell free to scream and send me angry reviews. ;)