Hey guys. Sorry about the delay. I've had a severe case of writer's block over the past few months. Plus I've been unable to find any inspiration. But I've got some new fics up my sleeve. But I don't know when they'll be out. In the meantime, you'll have to make do with this. :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Seinfeld, The Matrix, Nokia or FedEx.
The Call
3 months had passed. Kramer was still fruitlessly searching for the whereabouts of Jerry and Elaine. But now he a new task on his hands: Finding George. The last time he saw George, George was going to the coffee shop. A week after this, Kramer had received a phone call:
flashback
"Cosmo, it's Mrs. Costanza. Have you seen George?"
"About a week ago, yeah."
"Well he hasn't come home yet and I'm worried sick."
A feeling of uneasiness came over Kramer. "I'll let you know if I hear from him."
Kramer then heard Frank yell "Kramer, I hope you find him, 'cause when you do, I'm gonna kill him!"
"Don't get yourself worked up, Frank! Be sure to call us as soon as you hear anything, Cosmo."
"I will. I'll start looking."
end flashback
A headline had appeared in the papers a few days after the phone call announcing that George had gone missing. Kramer believed there was some connection to the disappearances and began to search more feverishly, hardly ever his apartment, becoming thinner and paler all the while, but yielding no useful information.
It was 9:00 AM. Kramer was asleep at his computer desk, having been up all night continuing his frantic search. He lay slumped forward on the desk with his head laid on his folded arms, mouth open slightly. The computer was still on and the screen suddenly turned black and neon-green words began to appear on the screen as though an invisible hand was typing them:
Wake up, Kramer.
Kramer's eyes fluttered open. He raised his head and looked at the screen. He jumped so much that he almost fell out the chair. He looked at the screen for a moment then began to hit the escape key. The words vanished and were replaced by new words that seemed to be typing themselves onto the screen:
The Matrix has you…
Intrigued, Kramer leaned forward and stared expectantly at the screen. He then gestured at the screen as though asking it to tell him more. New words replaced these:
Knock, knock, Kramer.
About a second after these words appeared, there was a knock at the door. Kramer jumped again and, this time, fell out of his chair. He picked himself up somewhat shakily and walked over to door and opened it. A young man in a brown uniform holding a large FedEx envelope was standing in front of him.
"Mr. Kramer?" he inquired politely.
"Yeah, that's me." said Kramer.
"Sign here, please."
He handed Kramer a clipboard, which Kramer signed, and then handed him the envelope.
"Thanks." said Kramer.
"Have a nice day." said the young man before heading back up the hallway. Kramer watched him go then closed the apartment door. He walked over to the computer: the screen was innocently blank. He then opened the package, reached inside and pulled out a black Nokia cell phone. About a second after he pulled it out, it rang. Kramer jumped again.
All this time alone is making me jittery… he thought to himself.
He pressed a button on the side and the mouthpiece slid down. He held the phone up to his ear.
"Cosmo…" he said warily.
"Hello, Kramer." said a familiar voice on the other line.
Kramer's jaw dropped. "J-Jerry?"
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Sorry about leaving you guys hanging here, but that's all I got right now. Please review.