Sydney watched her from the doorway. "So, he gave you an ultimatum? Him or The Centre," he asked, closing the door behind them.
"Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about?" She asked snapping at the psychiatrist all the while clearing her desk top of her personal items and throwing them into an empty copier box.
"Jarod." Sydney waited for the explosion.
"You knew?" It was not what he had expected. Her voice spoke in a whisper. "You knew?"
"Yes, Miss Parker. I knew. Broots and I knew."
"How?"
"Well, you seemed happier, not your usual demeanor. He seemed happier the times I've spoken to him. No one had to tell me. I just knew."
"And you had to tell our mousey computer tech, did you?" She slammed her stapler on the desk.
"No, Parker. He came by your place one day. Debbie wanted to surprise you and drop by for a visit. He caught a glimpse of Jarod through your window."
"Oh." There was silence and she broke down and cried. "No, no, it wasn't a condition where it was him or this hell-hole. He just left. He left me, Sydney. And I don't know what to do!"
Suddenly, her door sprung wide open. "What the hell's going on, Parker? Heard you were packing." It was Lyle and right behind him was Mr. Parker.
"The deal was for you to bring Jarod back to The Centre and you're free to go!" Lyle hollered ever so bravely standing next to his father.
"He's gone forever! He's not coming back!" Opening the top drawer of her desk, Miss Parker grabbed for her gun and aimed it at them.
"Angel baby, what's wrong? Now, now, put the gun down. You're not actually going to shoot your brother are you? You might just need his kidney one day."
"I'm planning on not shooting just him, but you, too!" She hissed.
Oblivious to the commotion Broots walks in. "Hey, Miss Parker, I just got...whoa, what's going on?" He held his hands upwards to the ceiling.
"Step aside, Broots, I might shoot you by mistake." She signaled him away. "Move!"
All was quiet, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the two men. "Who wants to go first?" She stood waving her weapon at them.
"Miss Parker," Sydney spoke calmly, "you don't want murder on your hands."
"Deb-Debbie, think of Debbie. Sh-she looks up to you, M-Miss Parker," Broots says nervously.
"I'm leaving The Centre and if either one of you clowns try and stop me, I'll kill you." They heard two shots, one above each of their heads. "Next time, I won't miss. Now get out!"
Broots hung on to his chest as if he was ready to collapse at anytime. "Uh, someone tell me what's going on?"