Tru Davies walked into the morgue on a Friday morning.

"Hi, Davis! How was work last night? Any good ones come in?"

"Uh, yeah." Davis said, in his usual nervousness. "A 14 year old girl and a 15 year old boy. They committed suicide together." Davis noted that Tru seemed very cheerful this morning, and that she wasn't wearing her white lab coat.

"Ouch." Tru said as she picked up the autopsy reports on the two teenagers. "Hmm.." she said as she raid that the teenagers had been on Speed, and the driver, who was the male, Josh Timber, drove the car off a cliff into a river in a nearby town. The girl, Stacy Higgins, apparently tried to escape the water, but ended up drowning. Her body was found about 100 yards away from Josh's ford. Josh had died on the impact of his truck hitting the water; he suffered from a tragic head concussion. "Have the parents come in yet?" Tru asked, looking up from the report.

"No. They were supposed to, but they never showed." Davis went over to his little refrigerator and took out a yogurt.

"When did the accident happen? And where? What river?" Tru asked as she sat down at Davis' chair behind his desk. She sat the autopsy down. Davis looked around for a place to sit, since he had intended to sit in his chair, and decided on leaning up against his filing cabinent.

"Well, from what the police said, the accident happened at about 3 in the afternoon, and it was, uh, what was that name...OH! Carlson River."

"Hmm..." Tru said, obviously thinking about something. "I have a favor to ask of you."

Davis almost fell over from where he was leaning. He spilled a little bit of his yogurt, Strawberry, on his white lab coat. Tru chuckled. This made Davis blush. "Sure, Tru. What is it?"

Tru got up and leaned over onto Davis' desk and said, "Well, I was hoping that you could cover for me tonight. Luke's little sister Karen is coming in on a plane tonight, and he wanted me to go with him to pick her up."

Davis sighed. 'So she still likes Luke.' He sighed again. "Ok. I will cover for you."

"Thanks!" Tru got up and squealed as she gave Davis a hug. Then she ran out and called, "See ya later!"

"Y-you owe me!" Davis yelled back after her. In response, Tru waved back at him.

Davis turned around and looked at the clock. 9:13 the red digital number glared back at him. He remembered the yogurt on his coat. "How am I going to get this out?" he said as he walked to the bathroom to wash his coat.