Disclaimer: I don't own the Tru Calling characters, except for Clay. I own Clay, boy that is fun to say. I own Clay! I own Clay! I own him! He is mine! Okay, now I'm going crazy.

Tru went to investigate Carl and found that he worked odd jobs around the city; today he was working in an auto shop. She didn't know how she was going to approach this guy, but she knew that she had to save him. She was walking down the road to where the auto shop was when it hit her. The moment Carl saw her; he would try to kill her. So the only way to save Carl was not to be seen. How the hell was she going to do this? She looked at her watch; it would be his lunch hour soon. She walked by the auto shop and saw that he was leaving. Hatred grew inside of her when he walked past her without noticing. After he turned the corner she walked into the shop.

"Can I speak to the manager please?" Tru said to one of the men fixing a car.

"What you need to see the manager for?" he asked looking her up and down.

"Oh, I have a few questions about cars and things like that, it's for an article that I write, called...um...Tru Calling. You see, I'm Tru and I call on people when others ask me questions. This week there was a girl who asked me about starting a business cars and I needed to do a little research," said Tru going over the speech she had prepared in her head.

The man nodded and wiped his hands on a rag at his waist. He knocked on the door and she heard the voice from inside. She walked into the room to find a man with a balding head and deep wrinkles around his eyes. He seemed kind and trusting, as if he could never lie. He smiled widely when Tru walked into the room and told her to take a seat.

"How can I help you, ma'am?" he said then offered her some chocolate from his desk.

Tru declined, feeling like a four year old, then began to tell him what she needed. "I was doing research on how to start a business in cars and I was wondering, what kind of background check do you do on your employers?"

"Well..." the old man put his basket away then rubbed his bare head. "I ask them if the have a criminal record, if they say no, I look it up and make sure, and if they say yes, I won't hire them."

Tru found it odd that he would have hired Carl since he did have a criminal record. "Is that all you do, because I have reason to believe that one of your employees has a record."

The old man raised his eyebrows then rubbed his forehead. "Well, there are those exceptions. The lost souls, I like to call them. They're the ones that did wrong and can't seem to put it behind them. They get it harder than all of the other ones; they do harder hours for less pay, but they get a job, and a place to sleep. You can't condemn everyone for something that happened a long time ago."

Tru nodded. "Where do these people live, exactly?"

"There is an apartment building where there aren't a lot of vacancies. I let them share rooms and things like that," the old man said taking a chocolate from the basket.

"But, what about the people who live around them? Shouldn't they be notified that they live near a criminal?" Tru said thinking about what she would want if it where her apartment.

"Put yourself in there shoes. When you were young and stupid, you made one mistake that changed your life. From then on everyone judged you for what you did when you were young. You need an apartment, a job, and a new life, would you want to ell everyone in your new life that you were stupid when you were a kid and you got caught?" the old man was staring Tru straight in the eye and making her feel uncomfortable.

"But what if they haven't changed? What if they are still dangerous? What do you do then? Say, 'Oh, sorry, I thought they were fine but I guess not. Want some chocolate?'" said Tru.

The old man shook his head and pushed a file over to her. "You won't understand until you have kids."

Tru left the office and walked down the street to the morgue office. She heard her cell phone ring and she answered.

"Tru, hey! Bad news. Davis saw me and drove me off. He won't let me anywhere near him. He threatened to kill himself if I tried to prevent his death. I'm so sorry Tru, what was I supposed to do?" Harrison said.

"No, Davis, what happened to being discrete?" Tru said stopping. Her heart started to beat rapidly and she felt a bad head ache coming on.

"I'm sorry Tru...I...Tru...are you...Tru?" Harrison started to break up.

"Harrison?" Tru screamed, but the line went dead. She hung up the phone and looked around worriedly. Maybe Davis was right though. Maybe he was supposed to die.

Tru sat in the office at the morgue and looked through the file the old man had given her. It was Carl Neeson's. She looked at the criminal record, and saw that what her father had said was true. She read the envelope front and back and found nothing that would help her. The man must have thought that it was a cruel joke to give her the folder and find that Carl had been practically clean since he had been sent to juvenile. She did find one piece of information that was interesting. Soon after Carl had gotten out of prison, his father disowned him. Tru closed the folder and looked up at the clock. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was an hour until Carl would be dead and only a half hour until Davis was to leave her. Tru got into her car and prayed that the traffic would be light. She drove in the direction of the alley. When she got onto the main road, traffic was a beast. There was no way could get there in time. She parked her car on the side of the road and ran in the direction. When she finally came to the alley it was five minutes until he would be killed. Her heart hurt tremendously when she thought of Davis's cold body. She heard voices arguing, one was definitely Carl, and the other seemed familiar too. She peeked her head around the corner to see the old man at the auto shop with a knife to Carl.

"What did I tell you about telling people about your past? You know that I killed myself to get you this job. You know that I would have rather gone into voluntary blindness then see you after what you had done. I covered for you, and you stabbed me in the back time after time. Well today is enough. Today it will stop," the old man pulled the knife back and quickly thrust it forward.

"Stop!" Tru ran forward and grabbed the man's arm.

"Don't you know what this man did?" said the old man looking at Tru. "He killed your mother, and you're saving him?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you do this," Tru said looking at Carl. "I know your son disappointed you, but you can't let him die like this. You will never be able to recover. It's your son, sir. Your only son."

It then hit Tru that it wasn't really Carl she was saving, but his father. He would have never been able to get over what he was to do to his son.

The old man rubbed his head and started to cry. "Thank God for people like you. I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life."

Tru stood in the morgue office waiting for Clay to roll Davis's body into the room. She bit her lip and started to pace back in forth. Tru thought more about what Davis had said to her that morning. Did she love him? She loved him as a friend, she knew that, but if he were here today, would she want to date him? She heard steps coming down the hall and she held onto the counter, her earlier thoughts leaving her mind. She looked at the clock and saw that it was the same time when Davis was brought in.

Closed her eyes and then placed her hand on the office door handle then gently pushed it open.