IT HAPPENED TOMORROW
"SEASON ONE"
EPISODE: 1x02. TOMORROW
ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 9/10/2005
CAST: Jerry Carson, Larry Dawson, Aimee Harris, Chris Fredicks
ALSO STARRING: Denise Robinson, Pam Carson, Kathern McWannabe, Paul Kraminski
Life isn't perfect, we all know that. Or at least some of us do. In fact, life is so not perfect that it kills to try to figure out why it's not perfect. Take my friend Jer, over here. A normal teen, or at least he was until life showed up near his bedroom door. Now he spends most of his time trying to figure out why life is the way it is, and the other half wondering where it all goes to. Trying to figure out life is a wasted battle, we'll all just die trying to figure it out.
"Rise and shine in the Tampa Bay area..." Jerry quickly turned over, and slammed the snooze button. Jerry got up and opened his bedroom door to find the cat with a newspaper. The cat meowed.
"Good morning to you, too." Jerry sarcastically told the cat as he picked up the paper.
Jerry then walked down the hallway to the kitchen, where he got out some milk and put it into a bowl. He placed the bowl on the floor then went over to the kitchen table, and sat down. He started to read the paper.
Meow... Jerry lowered the paper to see the cat drinking the milk. Jerry hesitated, then asked...
"Where does it come from?" Jerry asked the cat. The cat stopped drinking, and looked up at Jerry.
"Did it get handed down to me by an old man, or is it just strange luck that I've started getting this thing?"
The cat could only stare. It then went back to drinking the milk.
"Thanks for the answer." Jerry then looked down at the paper to find a story. 'PICKEL VAT EXPLODES; 2 DEAD'.
"That's the answer I get? A pickle vat?"
Jerry entered the factory an hour later, and went into the office.
"Can I help you?" The desk clerk asked in a heavy German accent.
"Yes, I need to speak with the foreman or this factory." Jerry replied.
"What for?"
"There's something wrong with the vats that the pickles are in. It's going to explode."
"Huh? Esplode? That?"
"Explode!"
"What's that?"
"Explode..." Jerry stops. "...Ka-boom! The pickle vats are going to go ka-boom!" Jerry waves his arms.
"Ka-boom?"
Jerry, impatient, runs into the back where the pickle vats are.
"Hey! Come vack!" The clerk runs after him.
When Jerry stops and the clerk runs over to him, the foreman also comes over.
"You not allowed vack here!" The clerk yelled.
"Excuse me!" Jerry greeted the foreman.
"Ves?" The foreman asked.
"Those pickle vats are going to explode!" Jerry yelled.
The clerk shrugged her shoulders.
"Esplode?" The foreman asked.
"Ka-boom!" Jerry points at the vats.
"Oh no! Vats are vine!" The foreman replied. Sirens then went off.
"What's that?" Jerry asked.
"Vat's the siren to tell us vat there is something wrong with the pickle vats..." The foreman stopped, and looked at the pickle vats. "Vire in the hole!" The Foreman started to run.
Jerry confused, started to yell at the guys that were near the vats.
"Get outta there, now!"
The two guys came running over, and Jerry started to run when one of the vats exploded.
Pickles and juice went all over the place, Jerry and the two workers were soaked. Jerry wiped his face off, and looked around in agitation.
CREDITS PLAY.
Jerry walked into the kitchen of his home, drenched with pickle juice, to find Larry, Aimee, and Chris sitting around.
"Woah, stink-o-rama." Chris responded when he smelt the pickles.
"What happened?" Aimee asked.
"Pickles happened."
"What, did you go swimming in them or something?" Larry asked.
"You could say that." Jerry took out the paper, which was still dripping with juice.
"What happened?" Larry asked.
"A pickle vat exploded." Jerry dropped the paper onto the table. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower... a very long shower." Jerry slowly walked out of the kitchen.
"Pickles must really hate him." Larry quipped.
Jerry re-entered the kitchen to find Aimee, Larry, and Chris still hanging around in the kitchen with pages of the newspaper that were everywhere, which the pages were drying out.
"It's about time!" Larry told Jerry.
"Well, I had to scrub really good to get the smell out." Jerry replied.
Chris went over to Jerry and started to sniff.
"I can still smell it!"
"Would you get outta here!" Jerry pushed Chris away, then went over to look at the pages of the newspaper.
"Don't worry, everything's quiet on the Western Front! We've already checked." Larry responded.
Jerry looked at Larry. "You didn't uh..."
"Don't worry, I didn't check out the sports!"
"Oh...well, that's good. You're learning."
"Just the lottery numbers." Larry joked.
"You're funny, you know that?" Jerry asked.
"I should be a comedian."
Jerry sat down at the kitchen table, and started to think.
"Where does it come from?" Jerry asked.
"Oh god! Not again!" Chris groaned.
"No, really. Where does it come from?"
"What do you think? God?" Aimee asked.
"Oh yeah, really... In the words of Kyle Chandler, 'God's a cosmic paperboy!'." Jerry replied.
"It may be!" Aimee responded.
Jerry thought. Then got up from the table and went over to the kitchen counters. He opened one of the drawers.
"You know what..." Jerry pulled out a telephone book, then flipped through the white pages to the 'S' section. He started to search through the names.
"Who are you looking for?" Larry asked.
"You need a good lawn care service? My father knows a great one." Chris said.
"I'm not looking for lawn care... I'm looking for... Snow." Jerry responded.
"Snow? In Florida?" Larry asked.
"No! Not that snow. Snow, Snow."
"Snow?" Chris asked.
Jerry stopped at one of the names and put his finger on it.
"Lucius Snow of Spring Hill." Jerry replied.
"Lucius Snow? You've lost it." Aimee said.
"You've completely lost it!" Chris responded.
"Okay then, what are the odds of there being A, and only one Lucius Snow here in the Hernando County area? Probably one of the only few here in the United States of America?" Jerry asked.
"You've been watching too much t.v. my friend." Larry told Jerry.
"Just answer the question!" Jerry yelled.
The three stopped for a second to think.
"Slim?" Larry asked.
"One in a million?" Aimee asked.
"Pure luck?" Chris asked.
"There are no odds! None at all! It can't happen!" Jerry yelled.
"Well, it looks like it can." Larry replied.
"I'm gonna find out." Jerry grabbed the pages of the paper and left the house. The three followed him.
"It's probably coincidental!" Larry yelled at Jerry as the four of them hastily walked down the street as Jerry searched for Snow's address number.
"It'd may, may not be! I'd rather find out than to not know if it is at all." Jerry replied.
"What?" Aimee asked.
"I'd like to find out if... never mind!" Jerry then stopped at one of the houses. "This is it."
Jerry froze, he didn't know what to do. Larry went over to him.
"Jer, you okay?"
"For the last few months that I have been getting the paper, I've dreamed of something like that to have happened. But now, since it's here, I don't know if I really want to find out."
"Come on, let's go find out." The four walked up to the front door. Jerry rang the bell.
Jerry looked at the three in angst, not knowing what was to come.
An old woman opened the door and looked at Jerry and his friends.
"May I help you?" The woman asked.
"I'm, uh... I'm looking for a Lucius Snow." Jerry replied.
"Um, I'm sorry, but there's no one here by that name at this address."
"Oh, because his name is in the phone book listed under this address. If I could show you the page."
"I'll get my telephone book. Please come in." The woman went and got the book, Jerry and the gang went inside and waited in the kitchen. The woman entered the kitchen with the book, which she handed to Jerry.
Jerry placed the book on the counter and started to flip through the pages until he got to the page where he had found the name. He ran his finger up and down the page to not find the name.
"It's not here... how old is this book?"
"It's brand new."
"Oh, well..."
"Probably just a mistake. Would you four like anything to eat, or drink?" The woman asked.
"No thanks, we should be going. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
As the four started to leave, Jerry stopped.
"Does anyone else live here?" Jerry asked.
"Oh no, not anymore. Just my husband, who now spends his time in one of those homes."
"He does? By chance, what is his name?"
"Paul. Poor thing."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that." Jerry and his posse left the house.
The four started to walk onward.
"What a waste of time. I told ya so." Larry told Jerry.
"Well, at least we know now." Amy replied.
"I knew it wasn't a good idea, but did you listen? Nope!" Larry yelled.
Jerry stopped to think for a second.
"Now what?" Chris asked.
"I'll catch up with you guys a bit later." Jerry said as he started to walk in the other direction.
"Where ya going?" Larry asked.
"Gotta go take care of something. See you tonight!" Jerry yelled back.
"Doesn't he ever learn?" Chris asked.
Jerry entered the main building of a retirement home and went over to the admit desk.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked.
"I'm here to see a... Lucius Snow." Jerry replied.
"Um... Snow? I'm sorry, but we don't have a Lucius Snow here."
"Oh, well. How about a Paul... Kraminski?"
"Yes, we have one of those."
"May I see him?" Jerry asked.
"Yes, yes you may. Just sign in, and I'll get you a visitor's pass."
"Thank you."
Jerry signed in and the receptionist got him a pass.
"He's in the recreation room. Two doors down to your right."
"Thanks." Jerry then went down the hallway to the recreation room. As he was about to enter, someone called his name.
"Mister Carson! Jerry! Over here!"
Jerry looked around to see an old man crouched near the wall. He waved for Jerry to come over to him. Jerry went over.
"Jerry Carson! It's about time. I've always wanted to meet you and your newspaper."
Jerry stopped to look at the man.
"How do you?" Jerry was interrupted.
"I know all about you!"
"Oh, well. I'm just here to see a..."
"Lucius Snow?" The man asked.
"How'd you?"
"That's because I know him. He knew that you were coming."
"Oh, he did?" Jerry asked.
"Yes!"
"Could I see him?"
Not right now, he's sleeping. But you can follow me, we can talk."
Jerry followed the man into his room. The man sat on the bed while Jerry sat in a chair.
"So, who are you?"
"I am Paul Kraminski. At your service!"
"Oh, your Paul. But the receptionist..."
"Mister Snow is new here. He's yet to be in the computer."
"Oh... How come you..."
"Finish your sentences?"
"Yeah!" Jerry replied.
"That's because I'm psychic. So is Mister Snow."
"Could you tell..."
"Mister Snow is a great man. Oe of the best friends I have ever had. And for the question that you have in your mind, Mister Snow nor I delivered you the paper. We're psychic, but we don't get our readings on paper. We get them in our minds."
"Ah, well."
"Just remember that what you get is not a curse, but a gift. A gift in which many people's fates will be changed. Just remember that. You're a good kid. Keep up the good work! Now if you can excuse me, I think it's time for my nap. Come back tomorrow, and I'll get you to meet Mister Snow."
"I will. Thank you." Jerry got up from the chair and exited the room.
As Jerry exited the room, a nurse went over to Jerry.
"Shame, isn't it?" The nurse asked.
"Howzat?"
"With Mister Kraminski. One day he's himself, the next day he's some guy named Lucius Snow."
"What do you mean?"
"Mister Kraminski has a severe case of schizophrenia. I've always wondered why he had picked the name Lucius Snow."
"So, Paul Kraminski and Lucius Snow are the same guy?"
"Yep. He became like this after he was diagnosed with a rapidly spreading disease. He only has a few weeks to live. Shame, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"I have to go put him to bed."
"Yeah, nice talking to you."
"You too."
Jerry started to walk back down the hallway to the entrance.
"So Lucius Snow and this guy Paul Kramin...whatever the heck his name is is the same guy?" Larry asked Jerry when the whole gang was just sitting around in Jerry's kitchen.
"Yeah. They say it was after he was diagnosed with a disease."
"Wow, poor guy." Aimee responded.
"Yeah right, the guy seems more like a fruitcake than anything. Probably is. I'm tellin' ya Jer, you really know how to pick em!" Larry responded.
"Yeah! I wouldn't mess with the guy anymore! You found out that he doesn't deliver you the paper. So, now just move on!" Chris told Jerry.
"The guy's not a fruitcake!" Jerry argued.
"Jer, he said that he's a psychic! The guys nuts!" Larry argued back.
"Then how did he know that I was coming? How come he finished all of my sentences? How did he know about the paper?" Jerry asked.
"The guy probably has great eyes, he probably read the date off of the paper. And you're never any different! All of us can read your mind right now! It's not hard! Plus, his wife probably called him up." Larry responded.
"You should be a lawyer." Chris told Larry.
"Thank you!" Larry smiled.
"It's not like that at all!" Jerry yelled.
"And you believe him!" Chris replied.
"Yes! Yes I do! A few months ago, no! But since the paper's been coming to me, yes! I do believe the guy."
"Did I say he's a winner? I must have meant that you're a winner! Believing a guy who says he psychic!" Larry told Jerry.
"Maybe this Kramer guy is telling the truth." Aimee said.
"Well, it looks to me that we now have a full room of winners!" Larry yelled. "Well guess what! I'm not gonna be apart of this room!" Larry stormed out of the house.
Larry came storming back in and went over to Jerry.
"Could I get the scores for the Cubs game?" Larry asked.
"Get out!" Jerry yelled.
Larry turned around and started to storm out of the kitchen once more; "I could be a winner you know! The winner of the Florida Lotto!" He then slammed the door behind him.
"I'm going too." Chris said after Larry had left the house.
"Good bye." Aimee smiled.
Chris ran out of the house.
"Well, just the two of us." Jerry told yep.
"Yep. We can make it if we try." Aimee replied.
"You and I. So, how bout dinner?" Jerry asked.
"Aren't your parents supposed to be home by now?"
"Working later. How about it? Dinner for the two of us."
"Okay."
The cat then meowed at Jerry. "Just the three of us!"
"Sounds good to me!" Aimee responded.
Denise walked into the kitchen, smiling at Jerry.
"All right! Dinner for four!" Jerry excitedly yelled.
"What's this about?" Denise asked.
"Chicken or fish?" Jerry asked.
"Beef." Aimee and Denise replied.
"So you actually believe this guy?" Aimee asked as the three were having dinner.
"Kraminski? Yeah, he seems all right. I'm going to go back there tomorrow." Jerry responded.
"Who's this Kraminski?" Denise asked.
"He's this old guy in the retirement home in which we all think he's the one who got Jerry the paper." Aimee told Denise.
"Paper?" Denise curiously remarked.
"Yeah, Jerry's newspap... you did tell her, didn't you Jerry?"
"Well, not exactly..."
"Oh boy." Aimee responded.
"What newspaper?"
"See Denise, I uh... I get tom..." Denise's cell-phone rang.
"Oops, hold on." Denise answered her phone. Denise listened, then hung up seconds later.
"Okay... I just got a call saying that I need to leave your house right now..."
"A wha?" Jerry asked.
"Is Larry around here?" Denise asked.
"He and Chris left about an hour or two ago..."
"Oh, well... I need to get going anyway, thanks for dinner." Denise got up from the table, kissed Jerry on the head, and then left the house.
"What was that about?" Aimee asked.
"I don't know, but I was saved by the ring of her cell-phone from telling her my secret." Jerry got up and started to clear off the table.
Day turned to night, night turned to morning. Jerry's alarm clock blasted on, waking Jer up.
"Gooood morning Tampa Bay! Hope you're ready for seventy minutes of non-stop music here on the number one radio stat..." Smack! As Jerry turned off his alarm clock, the sound of a cat echoed throughout the hallway.
Jerry slowly made his way out of bed and over to the cat. He picked up the newspaper and shuffled down to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, then sat at the table while flipping through the pages of the paper. Today was a surprising day since there was noting at all in the paper.
"Thanks for the day off." Jerry told the cat.
Jerry skimmed through the notices to find a strange one. It read;
'To Jerry Carson, an all clear day in the paper, so kick back and relax! And I'll be waiting for you!
Signed,
Lucius Snow'
"What the?" Jerry asked. "Who is this guy?"
Jerry entered the retirement home later in the day. He went over to the receptionist and asked to visit a patient. Jerry was soon lead back into the recreation to meet Paul Kraminski, or his 'friend', Lucius Snow.
"Jerry Carson! How nice to have finally met you!" Kraminski held out his hand for Jerry to shake.
"Nice to meet you Pa... Mister Snow." Jerry shook Paul's hand. Then the both of them sat down.
So, Jerry. Paul has told me so much about you and your newspaper!"
"I'm sure he has." Jerry smiled.
"Wow, it is great to meet another person who is psychic."
"Well, I'm not really..."
"And I know what you're probably thinking, did I hand the paper down to you. But the answer is no, I did not."
"Oh, well. Paul told me the same thing."
"The things is, I don't know how you got the paper or who sends it to you. That's one mystery that you'll have to solve by yourself. But I can guarantee you that you will figure out why you get the paper. Sooner or later we all find out about our little mysteries in life."
"I'm not so sure about that." Jerry replied.
"Trust me, I know. I was in the same position forty-five years ago. I didn't know what to think or do. Then it came to me. And with will with you too. It just takes time."
"Well thank you."
"And stay away from that Denise girl, she's trouble. She would have given your secret out if you had told her."
Jerry froze.
"How'd you... you're the one?"
"Paul called her last night."
"Oh, well..." Jerry was stunned.
"And please tell your friends to stop calling Paul and I fruitcakes. That extremely hurts us."
"Oh..."
"Remember, Paul and I are psychic. Now, if you could excuse me, it's bingo day. And I have the numbers pulled out."
"Oh yes." Jerry stood up and shook Paul's hand.
"And one other thing. I was wrong with the headlines this morning. Check out page four, article number two. And watch yourself, a semi won't be able to stop in time and hit you. Psychics aren't perfect." Paul walked away leaving Jerry in confusion.
As Jerry walked down the hall to the exit, he flipped the paper to page four to find an accident. 'CAR KILLS FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL'.
"How does he do that?" Jerry walked on.
A car pulled up to the side of a busy intersection. Jerry and his mother got out of the car.
"Thanks mom, stay here. I'll only be a minute." Jerry went over to the side of the road to look for a girl walking across the road. He then saw a school bus pull up at the side of the road to see a girl near the door of the bus. It was her. Jerry looked at his watch then started to cross the road. He stopped at the median.
The girl stepped down and started to cross to the median where Jerry was. A car came down a full speed heading straight for her.
"Look out!" Jerry yelled to the girl, then took off toward her. He pushed her out of the way just as the car went past. Jerry fell on the road. A truck horn blared at Jerry to get out of the way. Jerry remembered what Snow (Paul) had said, and quickly jumped out of the way, landing on his wrist.
Jerry looked around to see no cars coming, then slowly got up, holding his wrist in pain, and went over to the girl.
"Are you all right?" Jerry asked the girl.
"Yes, yes I am, thank you."
"No problem." Jerry started to walk away.
"I'm Kathern." The girl told Jerry. Jerry stopped, then went back over to Kathern.
"I'm Jerry."
"Nice to meet you, and thank you very much. I thought I was a goner. How'd you know?" Kathern asked.
"Ah well... right place, right time type of thing."
"Well, that doesn't matter. Thank you very much."
"No problem, just watch yourself as you're crossing over here."
"Yes I will, and here." Kathern got out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote something down. After she had finished, she gave the paper to Jerry. "I'll be waiting." Kathern smiled and walked away.
Jerry looked at the piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket, he then went over to his mother.
"Oh my! Are you okay?"
"Fine mom. Just my wrist. Let's go home."
"Okay, you are okay right?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Who was that girl, do you know her?"
"No, mom."
"What did she give you?"
"Please, home..."
"She gave you her number?" Aimee asked.
"Yep."
"You lucky devil." Larry told Jerry.
"Well, if it weren't for Lucius, I'd be in the hospital right now."
"You don't actually believe that, do ya?" Chris asked.
"Oh course he does. He's an idiot." Larry remarked.
"And Lucius told me to tell you to stop calling him a fruitcake." Jerry said.
"How'd he know... you told him!"
"Nope. He just knew. Like with the truck, and the phone call to Denise yesterday."
"He called Denise?" Aimee asked.
"Yup."
"Oh my..." Aimee replied.
"That's nuts! You're all nuts!" Larry yelled.
"Okay, why don't you come with me tomorrow? You can meet him yourself!" Jerry told Larry.
"Meet him..."
"Yeah!"
"Why would I... all right! Fine. I'll meet the nut case!" Larry yelled. "For now, I'm outta here! And Jer, you owe fifty bucks! The Cubs lost!" Larry exited the house.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Larry yelled as Jerry and he entered the Retirement home.
"Just think of this as a good cause." Jerry replied.
"A good cause for who?"
Jerry and Larry went up to the receptionist.
"Mister Kraminski has quite a fan club." She replied.
"You can say that." Jerry replied.
"Just sign in over here."
Jerry signed in, then Larry signed in, they both then walked down the hall to the recreation room.
"I can't believe this." Larry complained. "If I ever end up in here, make sure that you shoot me quickly."
Jerry looked for Paul, but couldn't find him. He went over to one of the nurses.
"I'm looking for Paul."
"Yeah, he's feeling a little out today, he's in his room. I'm glad that he has some company. If it weren't for you..." The nurse replied.
"Doesn't his wife visit?"
"Nope, she's embarrassed to be around him. Don't know why."
"Oh, well thanks."
Jerry and Larry entered Paul's room.
"Oh my god! That ain't no fruitcake! That's my Uncle Paul!" Larry went over to Paul.
"Uncle Paul!" Larry greeted.
"Little Larry! Jerry!"
"You know Paul?" Jerry asked Larry.
"Yeah! I didn't actually know that this was my Unc Paul! I haven't seen him in a year!"
"Oh!"
Larry hugged Paul, and Jerry shook his hand.
"How you doing?" Paul asked Larry.
"I'm a fine!"
"I hear that you've been nagging Jerry over here for the scores!"
"Oh Jerry! That kidder!" Larry laughed.
"I'm going to get going, nice to see you again Paul."
"You too Jerry!"
"Come on Jer, stick around." Larry coaxed.
"No, not today. I've gotta go see someone. I'm sure that you too have a lot to catch up on anyway."
"Well then, see ya later!" Larry told Jerry.
"Yeah. Come back tomorrow, Mister Snow will be pleased to have some company!"
"I'm sure he will! Until tomorrow." Jerry said his goodbyes then left the room.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Jerry banged on the front door. A lady opened the door and stared at Jerry.
"Back again?" The lady asked.
"Yes, I'd like to talk to you about your husband."
"Husband, sorry, only I live here."
"I mean your husband Paul."
"What do you want?" The lady snapped.
"He's really sick, you do know that?"
"Sick? He's mental! That's what he is."
"He never told you about his disease?" Jerry asked.
"He's mental, that's his disease."
"No, actually he has a deadly disease with less then weeks to live, that's why he's like that."
"I have to go!" The woman slammed the door.
"He's dying and he wants you to be with him! He didn't want you to know about his dying!" Jerry stopped yelling for the woman. "He needs you." Jerry softly said as he walked away.
The woman got away from the front door and started to cry. She looked out the window to see Jerry walking away.
"He's dying, his wife thinks he's crazy. He's Larry's uncle. I'm telling you, the guy has had a hard life. Especially if he knows Larry."
Aimee laughed.
"What are you going to do?" Aimee asked.
"I've done all what I can do. I can't do anything more. Only visit him until the day... you know." Jerry replied.
"Yeah."
Jerry unwrapped the bandage from his wrist and put an ice pack that he got from the fridge on it.
"Anything in the paper?" Aimee asked.
Jerry skimmed quickly through the paper. "Not right now."
"You think he's the guy?" Aimee asked.
"No. I don't I'm going to know for a very long time, but I might as well keep the guy company. He did save my life."
"It's a great thing what you're doing. Three months ago, you wouldn't have given a damn, but now with the paper... you've become a better person. That newspaper can do wonders."
Denise entered the kitchen and went over to Jerry.
"Hi honey bun." Denise stopped, then continue; "What were you going to tell me before at dinner the other night?"
"I'm going to get going." Aimee got up and left.
"Oh, I was going to tell you that..." Jerry looked at the paper. "We're through. Even though we're not actually together, but there is no hope for this relationship."
"What? But... but everything was going so well! What? Did I say..."
"Denise! It's never gonna work out, you know it, I know it! This relationship's dead as a door knob! It's over!"
"Oh my god! You know what, fine! I don't give a damn! I never wanted to go out with you in the first place. I just did so as a bet with a few of my friends! I don't need you! I can find sexier guys!" Denise stormed out of the house.
"Have a good night." Jerry said when Denise had slammed the door.
Day turned to night, night turned to morning, morning turned to day...
Jerry walked into the retirement home entrance and went over to the receptionist.
"Back again." Jerry joked.
"Sign in."
As Jerry signed his name, the nurse came out in panic.
"Mister Kraminski is missing!" The nurse told the receptionist.
"But how?"
"He can't be out there! He's too sick!" The nurse yelled. "Was there anyone here before to see him?"
The receptionist checked the list.
"One, a Larry..."
"Dawson." Jerry told the receptionist.
"Oh god! We need to find him and now! He hasn't taken his meds."
Jerry got out his paper as he headed for the exit. He stopped at page six. "ELDERLY RESIDENT FOUND DEAD IN HOME".
"Larry!" Jerry read part of the article. "Elderly patient, Paul Kraminski was found dead in the Dawson residence after the careless mistake of taking Kraminski out of the care home."
Jerry started to run for Larry's home.
"Jerry! What are you doing here?" Larry asked when Larry opened his front door.
"Where is he? Paul?"
"You tell me! Today he's saying that he's Lucius Snow or something!"
"He's very sick! He needs to be in the hospital!"
"Sick? He's fine to me, other than that Snow business."
"Where is he?"
"He's in the living room."
Jerry pushed through Larry and ran into the living room to find Paul lying on the couch. He was barely moving and sweat was pouring from him. Jerry went over to Paul and felt his head.
"Lar, call 911. He's burning up."
Larry went into the kitchen. Jerry made Paul more comfortable.
"Oh, Jerry." Paul quietly greeted with all his might.
"You hang in there. You're going to make it."
"Ghhhhhh..." Paul moaned.
"Jer! They're on their way!" Larry yelled from the kitchen.
"They're on their way Paul." Jerry said.
"Paul not her..."
"Lucius, sorry. Hold in there." Larry came out of the kitchen and went over to Jerry and Paul.
"How's he doing?" Larry asked.
"Not good." Jerry replied.
"They should be here in a few minutes."
"That's good."
"Is he going to make it?" Larry asked.
Jerry flipped through the paper. The story was gone. "Yeah, he's going to make."
Day turned to night, night turned to day, day turned back to night, and turned back to morning.
"In the news today..." Jerry slammed his alarm clock off.
MEOW! Jerry slowly got out of bed and got the paper, he skimmed through it.
"Paging Doctor Hernery. paging Doctor Hernery." The intercom blared as Jerry entered Paul's hospital room.
"Paul." Jerry greeted.
"Mister Carson..." Paul slowly said.
"I just wanted to check and see how you were doing."
"Hanging in... I presume..."
"I'm glad to hear that."
A woman entered the room and stood near the doorway, Jerry turned around to see that it was Mrs. Kraminski.
"Hi." Mrs. Kraminski greeted Paul and Jerry.
"Jenatte?" Paul asked.
"I'm here." Jenatte went over to Paul and hugged him. She then started to cry.
Jerry grinned just a bit, then left the room. He started to walk down the hallway.
Jerry and his friends were sitting around the table the next day just talking. Jerry's mother came in and handed Jerry a letter.
"This came for you today. Don't know who it's from." Jer's mom then walked away.
"Well, open it." Aimee told Jerry.
"Maybe it's a big fat check for a hundred thousand big ones!" Larry said.
"Or maybe a million." Chris added.
Jerry opened the letter. "It's from Paul... and Snow."
"What's it say?" Aimee asked. Jerry started to read the letter.
'Jerry, I found out a week ago that my obituary would be in your newspaper on this very day. So, I knew with the time that I had left, Mister Snow and I had to write this letter of thanks. Mister Snow and I have been highly appreciative of you for coming over mostly every day and spending time with us, and Snow was also very pleased to hear they my wife had come to visit me. Old regrets have now passed thanks to you. We wouldn't have known what to have done in this last month if you weren't there, we probably would have died alone. So, in return I needed to give you something in return. Enclosed is my wedding ring, it has brought me good luck over these past forty-five years, and I know that it will bring you luck, too. Thank you Jerry Carson for showing me what life is once again, and you will find out how and why you get the power that you have, I know that I have. And just remember this word of advice that Mister Snow once told the hero of a popular television show: Between the pages of your newspaper make sure to find time to live and enjoy your own life, or you'll just end up old, alone, and in a retirement home on your death bed wishing that you could have lived your life.
So becareful Jerry Carson, and enjoy life to it's fullist, and trust me on this - you're going to be all right. So, I now close this letter with another thank you, Mister Snow and I appreciate it, and we'll always be looking out for you...'
"And that's it." Jerry said as he got the paper and flipped to the obituaries. "He's right." Jerry showed the column to the others.
"How'd he..." Larry asked.
"There's more..." Jerry said when he looked at the letter.
'P.S. Mister Snow and I are psychic.'
"I'm not gonna ask." Chris replied.
Jerry emptied the envelope to find Paul's wedding ring. Jerry then got up, and went over to the window and looked out. He saw Paul waving at him, then he disappeared.
"What'd you think?" Larry asked. "Uncle Paul gone forever, hope he left me a big wad!"
"I think I just found half the answer to my question."
"What's that?" Aimee asked.
"There is such a thing as a guardian angel." Jerry replied.
Later that night, Jerry stood around in his bedroom thinking, then he went over to his desk to get a piece of paper with a phone number on it. He went over to his phone and dialed the number, as he waited, he looked at the ring that was in his hand.
"Oh hi, Kathern? This is Jerry Carson." He listened; "Yeah, the guy from the bus. I was thinking, I'd like to take you up on that offer. How about lunch..." Jerry listened; "That'd be great..."
In life, we all have someone looking out for us. A parent, a grandparent, someone close, or even a guardian angel. That may seem out of line, a guardian angel, but what I've seen with Jerry and the paper, anything is possible. And even if you don't even know the person who looks out for you, that doesn't really matter. What matters is that there is someone looking out for you, and I think that that's part of the answer Jerry was looking for, even if he doesn't know it yet. So just remember to keep your eyes wide open, because your guardian angel may just be a guy who gets tomorrow's newspaper, today...
FADE OUT.
THE END... FOR NOW OF COURSE.
A/N: Next new episode will be aired October 1, 2005 - "Detention". Jerry is stuck in detention after too many tardies and relies on Aimee to help him with the paper.