Karen nudged Sydney awake when she heard their flight being called, "Sydney come on
it's time for us to get on the plane." Sydney stood and picked up her purse. She had been
traveling light and the only thing to take on the plane with her was her purse. In it she
had a copy of Nigel's will. She wanted to have him smiling at her and looking at her so
she had asked Mr. Gets for a copy of the tape. Now as she followed Karen to the plane
she looked around the airport to take one last good look around her. She never expected
to have such memories of England. England and happy were to words that always
flowed together because of Nigel and now he was gone. As Sydney handed her ticket to
the taker she glanced one last look across the hall to the other departing flight, Africa it
said. May be some time in the sun would help, "Nigel?". Sydney shook her head and
looked at the back of the retreating man stepping into the flight across from her headed
towards Africa. No it wasn't him this man had a confident swagger and black hair.
Nigel was too much of a sweet heart to be that. She took her ticket stub from the taker
and headed for the plane entrance. Definitely vacation time under the sun to relax and
begin to forget.
Sydney had just finished unpacking Nigel's belongings and setting the last picture frame
on her mantel. Yep all done she sighed. It had been three weeks since she found out
about his death and just two weeks since she had returned from his funeral in England.
He friend had come to help her but now she was alone again with the silence, memories
and torment of what might have been. "No Syd you will not think this way, Nigel
wouldn't want you to." As Sydney headed to her room for a shower so she could clean
herself off from the days activities she began to decide what to do. It was still early, three
p.m., and she didn't feel like cooking for dinner. After she stepped out of the shower she
headed for her television and pushed play on the VCR, "Take care Syd." Those words
were all she needed. It was her little secret. Every day she played it so many times to
survive she needed to hear and see his voice to help pass through the day. Nigel reading
she had decided to buy a sandwich from the deli down the street and head to the college.
She would check out one of his many papers and read it through and make any necessary
changes. He may be gone but the wonderful work that he did didn't have to stop.
Sydney knew Nigel would be proud. She was editing his work and submitting them to
the write publications. People would know Nigel and learn to love him as much as he
did. He great eye for detail and his immense knowledge would not be lost. He would be
knows through out the archeological community as amazing, like he should have always
been known. As Sydney stepped out of her apartment building she got an uneasy feeling.
There it was again the someone watching me feeling. As she looked around she saw
nothing eye catching and smiled at the children running in the street free from school.
She began her trek down the deli and to the college. Another wonderful relaxing day
with Nigel.
"I'm sorry Professor Fox but there was nothing I could do. Administration sent the men
with the correct paperwork and then in a flash it was all gone. I did manage to grab the
last paper you were working on with out them knowing. Again I am sorry." Sydney
watched the work-study Lucinda walk back to the front desk area of the library as she sat
at her regular spot dumbfounded. When Sydney had walked in Lucinda had a look of
dread and had dragged her off to the side to give her the bad news. It seemed that some
school in England had become fascinated with Nigels work and had asked for all of it. In
turn they had received a nice reward for their cooperation. Sydney took the only thing
that she had left of Nigel's and headed back to her apartment.
As soon as Sydney stepped into her apartment she knew someone had been there. Her
bedroom windows were open letting all the cool air out. She had central air she didn't
need open windows to cool off. All her painting and pictures were tilted as if someone
had been looking for something and her Nigel video was rewound to the beginning. Yet
nothing was missing. She called the police and waited for them to arrive. She would
have them take her to Karen's, the last safe place she had.
"Karen thank you for having me on such short notice." Karen waved it off, "ooh no
problem Sydney how about some hot chocolate to calm your nerves I know it helps me."
Sydney smiled, Nigel liked hot chocolate but being English he'd never admit it. "Yeah
sounds great." As Sydney headed to the room pointed out to her by Karen she took
Nigels work back into the kitchen with her. "So Sydney any idea why someone broke
into your apartment and stole nothing." Sydney shrugged her shoulders as she took as sip
of her chocolate, "They were looking for something specific Karen what I don't know I
just hope they found it and won't come back." Sydney looked up at Karen, "Karen I'm
leaving tomorrow for home. I'm going to stay with my friend while this blows over."
Karen nodded, "need a ride to the airport?" Karen was glowing she had bought herself a
car with the money Nigel left her. Nothing major just an old junker to get her to where to
she needed to be, "That would be nice Karen. Well I'll see you in the morning the flight
leaves at noon so if we leave by ten a.m. I should be good." As Sydney walked away
Karen was concerned. Sydney had been retreating from everyone lately even her.
Nigel's death had been her undoing and she only hoped that going back home would be
what she needed to come back to life.
"It's ok Karen you don't have to walk me. Head back home and I'll call you when I
come back." Karen and Sydney hugged one last time and Sydney headed to her reception
area to check in her luggage and head of to her gate. When she got to New York she
would have to call her friend and have her cover for her just in case anybody called. Last
night she had stayed up reading Nigels manuscripts on the Tekon society. What they
were originally and what they were now. It was the last item he had written when on
vacation and she had a feeling that is what the robbers were looking for. In New York
she would begin her search because no matter what Mr. Gets had said Nigel wasn't dead
by some raid on a poor village he was staying at in the middle of nowhere. He had been
in New York researching the Tekon society. She would track them down and destroy
them. They had taken Nigel from her and now he was cold and six feet underground. He
wasn't laughing and being his normal shy self around her. No he was gone and the
society would pay one way or another.
it's time for us to get on the plane." Sydney stood and picked up her purse. She had been
traveling light and the only thing to take on the plane with her was her purse. In it she
had a copy of Nigel's will. She wanted to have him smiling at her and looking at her so
she had asked Mr. Gets for a copy of the tape. Now as she followed Karen to the plane
she looked around the airport to take one last good look around her. She never expected
to have such memories of England. England and happy were to words that always
flowed together because of Nigel and now he was gone. As Sydney handed her ticket to
the taker she glanced one last look across the hall to the other departing flight, Africa it
said. May be some time in the sun would help, "Nigel?". Sydney shook her head and
looked at the back of the retreating man stepping into the flight across from her headed
towards Africa. No it wasn't him this man had a confident swagger and black hair.
Nigel was too much of a sweet heart to be that. She took her ticket stub from the taker
and headed for the plane entrance. Definitely vacation time under the sun to relax and
begin to forget.
Sydney had just finished unpacking Nigel's belongings and setting the last picture frame
on her mantel. Yep all done she sighed. It had been three weeks since she found out
about his death and just two weeks since she had returned from his funeral in England.
He friend had come to help her but now she was alone again with the silence, memories
and torment of what might have been. "No Syd you will not think this way, Nigel
wouldn't want you to." As Sydney headed to her room for a shower so she could clean
herself off from the days activities she began to decide what to do. It was still early, three
p.m., and she didn't feel like cooking for dinner. After she stepped out of the shower she
headed for her television and pushed play on the VCR, "Take care Syd." Those words
were all she needed. It was her little secret. Every day she played it so many times to
survive she needed to hear and see his voice to help pass through the day. Nigel reading
she had decided to buy a sandwich from the deli down the street and head to the college.
She would check out one of his many papers and read it through and make any necessary
changes. He may be gone but the wonderful work that he did didn't have to stop.
Sydney knew Nigel would be proud. She was editing his work and submitting them to
the write publications. People would know Nigel and learn to love him as much as he
did. He great eye for detail and his immense knowledge would not be lost. He would be
knows through out the archeological community as amazing, like he should have always
been known. As Sydney stepped out of her apartment building she got an uneasy feeling.
There it was again the someone watching me feeling. As she looked around she saw
nothing eye catching and smiled at the children running in the street free from school.
She began her trek down the deli and to the college. Another wonderful relaxing day
with Nigel.
"I'm sorry Professor Fox but there was nothing I could do. Administration sent the men
with the correct paperwork and then in a flash it was all gone. I did manage to grab the
last paper you were working on with out them knowing. Again I am sorry." Sydney
watched the work-study Lucinda walk back to the front desk area of the library as she sat
at her regular spot dumbfounded. When Sydney had walked in Lucinda had a look of
dread and had dragged her off to the side to give her the bad news. It seemed that some
school in England had become fascinated with Nigels work and had asked for all of it. In
turn they had received a nice reward for their cooperation. Sydney took the only thing
that she had left of Nigel's and headed back to her apartment.
As soon as Sydney stepped into her apartment she knew someone had been there. Her
bedroom windows were open letting all the cool air out. She had central air she didn't
need open windows to cool off. All her painting and pictures were tilted as if someone
had been looking for something and her Nigel video was rewound to the beginning. Yet
nothing was missing. She called the police and waited for them to arrive. She would
have them take her to Karen's, the last safe place she had.
"Karen thank you for having me on such short notice." Karen waved it off, "ooh no
problem Sydney how about some hot chocolate to calm your nerves I know it helps me."
Sydney smiled, Nigel liked hot chocolate but being English he'd never admit it. "Yeah
sounds great." As Sydney headed to the room pointed out to her by Karen she took
Nigels work back into the kitchen with her. "So Sydney any idea why someone broke
into your apartment and stole nothing." Sydney shrugged her shoulders as she took as sip
of her chocolate, "They were looking for something specific Karen what I don't know I
just hope they found it and won't come back." Sydney looked up at Karen, "Karen I'm
leaving tomorrow for home. I'm going to stay with my friend while this blows over."
Karen nodded, "need a ride to the airport?" Karen was glowing she had bought herself a
car with the money Nigel left her. Nothing major just an old junker to get her to where to
she needed to be, "That would be nice Karen. Well I'll see you in the morning the flight
leaves at noon so if we leave by ten a.m. I should be good." As Sydney walked away
Karen was concerned. Sydney had been retreating from everyone lately even her.
Nigel's death had been her undoing and she only hoped that going back home would be
what she needed to come back to life.
"It's ok Karen you don't have to walk me. Head back home and I'll call you when I
come back." Karen and Sydney hugged one last time and Sydney headed to her reception
area to check in her luggage and head of to her gate. When she got to New York she
would have to call her friend and have her cover for her just in case anybody called. Last
night she had stayed up reading Nigels manuscripts on the Tekon society. What they
were originally and what they were now. It was the last item he had written when on
vacation and she had a feeling that is what the robbers were looking for. In New York
she would begin her search because no matter what Mr. Gets had said Nigel wasn't dead
by some raid on a poor village he was staying at in the middle of nowhere. He had been
in New York researching the Tekon society. She would track them down and destroy
them. They had taken Nigel from her and now he was cold and six feet underground. He
wasn't laughing and being his normal shy self around her. No he was gone and the
society would pay one way or another.