(6 and a half years later)
"Honey?" said Willy into the phone. He waited and heard his wife answer.

"Where are you?" she asked, sounding annoyed.

"I'm terribly sorry, dear! I wasn't expecting to work so late. I've made a tremendous breakthrough you see and... I'll tell you about it when I get home. I'm leaving right now so I'll see you in a few minutes."

"All right," said Reya. "See you then."

"Bye-bye." He hung up and headed out the door, pulling on his jacket and whistling as he walked. The moon was out, and he was surprised to see it. He hadn't meant to be working so late, and hadn't realized what time it was. "Oops," he muttered, and continued walking, tapping his cane on the ground as he walked.

Behind him, he heard footsteps, dragging and stumbling carelessly, and he turned his head, looking behind him. There was no one there, and he shook his head, continuing to walk again. The footsteps started again, and he stopped, standing perfectly still, and turned around. There was still nothing there, and he began to worry that he was being followed.

"Hello?" he asked, the word seeming to fall to pieces as he said it. But he was answered with a moan, and turned.

"No!" screamed a voice. "Somebody help!"

He paused, looking around frantically and waited until the sounds were followed up with another scream. It was coming from the alley ahead of him, and he broke out into a run, dashing into it, but stopped when he couldn't see in front of him. It was dark, and the moonlight wasn't enough to show anything that was back there. "Where are you?" he called.

"Somebody help!" came the scream, and he ran forward, holding a hand in front of him, blindly feeling his way through. There were sobs, and he stumbled on something, falling over on his hands and knees. "You can't run away..." said a shaky voice. "You will die if you try!"

"Who are you?" asked Willy, barely able to make out the shape of a person sitting against the brick wall, knees drawn up underneath her chin as she rocked back and forth. There was large dark circles under her eyes, and blood on her face. Her clothes were dirty and full of holes, and her hair had been shaved off.

"He's coming," she said, staring with terrified eyes at the wall across from her. "He's coming to kill me!"

"Who are you?" asked Willy again.

"HE'S COMING TO KILL US ALL!" she screamed, breaking into sobs. Her body started twitching, and she held up her arms to protect herself. "NO! NO, GO AWAY! LEAVE US ALONE!" She went into hysterics, and he stood up, not exactly sure of what to do. She was sobbing loudly and thrashing around at some unseen foe, and he knew something was wrong with her.

"Somebody!" he shouted, looking back at the entrance to the alley. "Over here! Please, somebody!" A passerby saw him and came, and much to Willy's relief, he had a cell phone.
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"No name, no ID, no family... she's just here." Willy was talking with the police outside of the hospital room the girl was being held in to confirm with the police what he had seen. "Did she say anything other than, 'He's coming to kill me,' "

"No," he said, shaking his head. "She just screamed mostly and muttered stuff I couldn't rightly understand. I'm sorry I can't be of any more help."

"Well, until she starts talking we have no way of knowing where she came from or what she was trying to tell you. And from the looks of it, she's out of her mind." Willy shook his head and looked through the window as the girl was forced onto the hospital bed and given an injection. She had been fighting and struggling with the nurses as if they were trying to kill her, and it was hard to watch as her eyes rolled back and her body relaxed.

"Poor thing," he muttered softly.

"I need you to come with me and answer some more questions," said the cop. "You like coffee"

"What? Oh, yes. Yes, that'd be fine. May I please call my wife first, I think she's either ready to strangle or pummel me." The cop chuckled and nodded, walking with him to the pay phone.
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The girl's eyes slowly slitted open, and she looked around the white room, wearily. Around her she could hear nurses talking, voices coming on the intercom every now and then, and two cops speaking with the nurses outside the room. "Lay still," said a voice, and her eyes darted to a nurse about to stick a needle in her. She closed her eyes tight and waited for the brief sting to end. "My name is Ben, and I will be your nurse for this evening. Can I get you anything to start with? A soda or something?" She made a face at him and he chuckled. "Just a little joke. If you're feeling groggy it's because the sedation's wearing off. It's normal to feel a little out of it. Are you hungry or thirsty?" She stared at him but didn't say anything. "That's all right. I'll let you rest. If you need anything, push that button there and one of us will come to you. Do you have a name we can call you by?" She stared and he began to wonder if she spoke English at all. "Jane Doe it is then," he muttered and walked off, jotting something down on his clipboard.

Willy stared through the window of the room at the girl, who was now looking around the hospital room. She looked as though she had been starving to death, her face had the look of absolute exhaustion both physically and mentally, and there was fear mixed with anger and pain in her faded blue eyes. Her hair was all shaved off (he was certain she had done it herself), and there were cuts on her arms that could have been defensive. Wherever this girl had come from, he knew it wasn't pleasant, and she had to fight to get out of it. Her eyes strayed to him, and he looked at her for a while until he had to look away. He didn't know what it was, whether it was the pain or the pitiful look on her face, but something about her struck a nerve, and looking at her made himself feel like he was deteriorating inside. "I know, hard to watch isn't it," said the nurse behind him. It was an African American female, heavy set, and watching the girl with the same look of pity. "If I had a dollar for every patient like her I've seen, I tell you, I'd be able to buy that beach house in Hawaii I've been wanting."

"You've seen this before?" he asked, looking shocked.

"I'm telling you, it ain't no gift to be pretty on the streets of the city. Sure, she don't look too pretty now, but I'll bet you anything she used to be."

"What's her name?"

"Until she starts talking, it's Jane Doe."

"And what's going to happen to her?"

"As soon as she's awake enough, we're moving her to the psychiatric section. Hopefully she'll warm up to the nurses and start to open up. I'm tellin' you, if you ever want a good horror story, become a nurse in that part. You'll hear things that'll make your skin crawl."

"Afraid I might have to turn down that offer," he said, smiling a little. He glanced back at Jane Doe and was surprised to find she was still staring at him. "Once she's moved, will I be allowed to visit her?" The nurse looked at him curiously and he glanced at her. "I just... I want to make sure she's all right. Finding her like that... it scared me a little."

"Normally only family would be allowed to visit, but seeing as she has no family that we know of, I think it'll be okay." He nodded and looked back at the girl who was still staring at him. "Wait a minute... where have I seen you before?" He looked back at the nurse who was staring at him and she suddenly gasped and her eyes widened. "Hold on a sec. Are you Willy Wonka?" He nodded, smiling a little. "That's where I've seen you, the news! Back when your daughter disappeared..." She stopped and looked down, hoping she hadn't just ripped open a wound. She had, and he also looked away, his eyes darkening. "Did you ever find out what happened to her?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "The police called off the search a long time ago and my family's been working on moving on."

"I can't tell you how sorry I am to hear that. I think everyone in the country was moved by that one."

He nodded and wished something would happen that could change the subject. As if on cue, something did. There came a series of screams from Jane's room, and he turned around, along with the nurse. Jane was clinging at her head, screaming at the top of her lungs, and sobbing at the same time. It looked like something was attacking at her brain, and the screams were positively nerve wracking to Willy, especially after having his nerves rubbed raw from discussing his missing daughter. The nurse ran in the room, soon followed by three others, and Willy watched from the outside. They gave her another sedative to calm her down, and soon she was sleeping, positively still. He closed his eyes, and turned his back to her, leaning against the glass and trying to forget about the sounds of her screaming.
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(A/N: I've put together soundtracks for all three of these stories. That's how nerdy I've become! But they're fun to listen to. I'll put the song lists on my profile later.)