Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.
Kevin was relieved that the diversion had worked. At first, Kevin had his doubts about whether the plan would work when it came to the mannequins. Some of those dolls were very old that he had a fear that one of their limbs or even their heads would fall off, which could motivate those two bandits to invade the house. Thankfully, none of those mishaps had occurred and the thieves had driven off from the property. As for Kevin, he could finally put his mind at rest. When he had seen Harry and that shining gold tooth of his, it was difficult for him to put two and two together. What other cop in Chicago had a golden tooth like that? And in the same place even?
Whatever. They're gone Kevin thought with a shake of his head as he slipped into his pajamas and went to go and brush his teeth with the new toothbrush that he had 'stolen' but Becky had paid for. The bristles of the brush were quite tough against his teeth as he brushed them back and forth and Kevin felt that the brush had irritated his gums. After he finished with his brushing, he could hear noises coming from downstairs as Becky was putting everything away and into the basement. Who knew that such a scheme would make both of the siblings tired and what Kevin needed right now was some good rest.
A little yawn escaped his lips as he climbed into his parent's bedroom and turned on the television where it was featuring a game show. Kevin suddenly stopped as he looked at the show that was playing. Was this the channel that his parents had been watching last night, before they disappeared? A wave of sadness suddenly took over Kevin as he gently but his lower lip to keep his emotions at ease. Being home alone had been all fun and games without the adults interfering but now that there was silence, aside from the slight noise coming from downstairs, the house felt very empty. Usually at this time of night, there would be noises coming from the other rooms. Buzz would be listening to his music, Jeff would be studying late, and Megan and Linnie would be gossiping with one another. As for his parents, they would be lying upon the bed that they shared, guessing to the answers on this game show and laughing with one another whether one would get the answer right or wrong.
At first, Kevin would be completely peeved at the noises that were being made when he wished that he could get some sleep, but now he wished that he could hear those noises and their laughter once more. Suddenly, he turned his head over to a picture that was positioned on his mother's drawers and it included every single member of the family. Reaching over, Kevin took a hold of the picture and looked at his parents and his brothers and sisters. They looked so happy in that picture and Kevin wondered if they would ever have moments like that again.
"I didn't mean it," he said in a slight whisper as he then bought the picture towards his lips and kissed the glass that held the picture within the frame.
"Kevin?" a voice suddenly came by the doorway as the young boy turned his head and saw his sister Becky standing there. Just great. His older sister caught him kissing a photograph.
"It's nothing," Kevin responded with a shake of his head and hid the frame underneath one of the red pillows that was propped against the bedpost.
Becky took the liberty and walked into the room as she looked over to the television and noticed the game that was being played. After finishing with the mannequins downstairs, she had returned the cut-out basketball figure and the train box set back to their rightful places. Now in her pajamas and ready for bed, she had walked in to wish Kevin a 'good night' but she had not expected to see that saddened look upon her brother's eyes. "You can tell me," she said as she knelt by the bedside and propped her chin in her hands and looked up at Kevin.
At first, Kevin was hesitating about telling her. He didn't want to seem like a baby in the eyes of his siblings, regardless that it was Becky. Knowing his sister's nature, he knew that all she wanted for him was to be better. "I just..." he began and then took a deep breath before continuing. "I just miss them is all."
Becky's eyes wandered over to the game show for a mere second. The feeling was mutual. She had never spent a single day without anyone at home, including Kevin. "Yeah," she said as she looked back to Kevin. "I miss them too."
"Will they ever come back?" Kevin asked.
To Becky, she never believed that the family had disappeared. They had probably left in a hurry for their flight and among all of the chaos, they had forgotten the both of them. Or at least that's what Becky suspected. "They will Kevin," Becky assured her brother as she looked at him. "Mom is not the kind to purposefully leave us while they go on a trip."
That was true to Kevin. Even though Kate had her moments of being stern with him, she was loving and gentle with all of her children. "But where they could be?" Kevin asked Becky.
If only Becky knew the answer to that question. "Paris, maybe?" she suggested with a shrug of her shoulders, "maybe trying to come back and get us? I don't know," she then added and rested her head against the bed. She hoped that they would be coming back. Becky was beginning to grow worried once more after seeing that blue van at their property. Would this be the last that they see of those bandits? A part of Becky hoped so but another part of her didn't believe that this was the last that they had seen of those bandits. She slowly lifted her head from the bed and looked at Kevin. "Let's try and get some sleep, okay?"
"Alright," Kevin said as he adjusted his pillow and lied his head against the pillow. He looked at Becky who was about to shut the light on the drawer. "Will you stay here, tonight?" he asked. Kevin usually liked to sleep by himself but after the way that he was feeling and after their encounter with those bandits, Kevin needed someone by his side.
When Kevin asked, a smile suddenly came upon Becky's lips. "Sure," she said as she took a hold of the red covers, lifted them, and entered inside the sheets. The bed was so warm and it even held their mother's perfume-like aroma. The kind that Becky liked whenever she kissed her. "Goodnight Kevin," she whispered as she felt her eyes getting heavy the moment that her head was upon that pillow.
"Goodnight Becky," Kevin replied to her before he gently shut his eyes and went into a peaceful sleep.
Harry Lime couldn't believe it. This was the second time that he and Marv had gone down to that McCallister house only to find the place full of people and that Christmas music that had been playing since the middle of November. There were a couple of things that Harry couldn't understand. First, when he had met Kate in his police outfit, she had been very convincing that they were going on their trip to Paris. So, why weren't they there the morning after? There was something that didn't add up about this situation, but Harry didn't even know what the missing piece was. Maybe they pushed back the date of their trip or something but he was willing to try again tomorrow. Harry felt that it was going to be another fifty-fifty shot with this family but the man was too determined to get his hands on everything in that house.
The blue van slowly rolled towards an old apartment building and Harry turned off the engine of the van. Letting out a sigh he leaned against the driver's seat and started to twirl a silver ring band that was wrapped around his finger. Out of all the things in life, this had to be one of the most turning-points in his life, before he started to go into a life of crime. However, stealing for him meant items that he could pawn off, and that meant more money. Even though him and Marv had only made a lousy three hundred bucks for tonight, he hoped that it was enough to support them with food.
"Marv...Marv!" Harry exclaimed and shook his partner awake who had been snoozing for the majority of the car ride.
"Huh?" Marv questioned as he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. "Oh we're here?" he asked before running a hand over his face as he looked at the apartment before them. "Finally," he muttered under his breath. He had been waiting for the moment where he would be lying upon his bed. Who knew that stealing houses would be quite the exhausting job for this thief.
"And remember what I told you," Harry said as he turned his attention over to Marv, "not a word about where we've been."
Marv gave his partner a nod of his head. He may seem like the bumbling type of man but he would never reveal about his and Harry's real job to anyone, let alone with the woman who was considerate enough to share her apartment with them. "What about the money?" he inquired. "What're we going to do about that?"
The money. Of course! Even the money was something that had to be kept a secret just between the both of them. "We say nothing about it," Harry said to him. "We'll wait until next week, bunch up how much we have, and we'll see what we can do with it all." Dividing equally was something that Harry wasn't too keen on, even when it came with his trusted partner but there had to be a compromise between the both of them. Harry was just going to think about it for it all depended on how much money they had.
With that in mind, the two thieves exited out of the van and made their way over to the apartment. The heating system had been adjusted, finally, and a wave of warm air hit them as they entered inside the building. "Thank God," Harry said as he began to climb the stairs to the third floor. "It's about time they fix the heat. It's been freezing for the last couple of days!"
Marv remembered that well enough. During those past couple of nights, he had been sleeping with three blankets and even those weren't enough to keep him warm. "Looks like I won't be sleeping with three blankets tonight," he couldn't help but say it.
"You're lucky we even have three blankets," Harry responded as he stood in front of the entrance door and knocked rapidly on the door. He was relieved that they and finally arrived to the apartment. Marv was not the only one who was feeling exhausted. The thought of kicking off his shoes and throwing his feet up on the bed sounded all the more tempting.
The click of a lock was heard and the doorknob turned as the door was pushed open and a young woman that possessed brown hair and brown eyes stood before the doorway. She blinked before a serene smile came upon her lips at the sight of the two men before the doorway. "Oh, looks like we'll have our roommate sleeping over once more," she said as she looked at Marv, "welcome in Mr. Merchants."
"Come on Mrs. Lime," the bandit couldn't help but chuckle at her words, "you can just call me Marv."
"And you can just call me Amy," she chuckled as she stepped to the side and allowed space for the both of them to enter inside the apartment. Every room in the apartment was cramped with the others, which would suffice if one person lived in such an apartment. However three people were just too much, but it was all that could be afforded for the time being especially when one of them was looking for a job. "And just where have you been?" Amy suddenly asked as she folded her arms and her eyes fell upon Harry.
"I told you already," Harry answered her, with a bit of an irritated tone dripping from his voice, "we were busy." The last thing that he wanted was to be questioned about his late night affairs. He only hoped that she wouldn't ask what they were exactly doing. After all, he had never dared to tell his wife that they were stealing houses and pawning off the precious items that they stole.
"Busy, hmm?" Amy asked as she rose an eyebrow and looked over at Marv. "This late?" she said with a shake of her head as she made her way over to Harry and took a hold of his coat.
"You know how it is," Harry responded before Marv had the chance to say anything. "Everyone was doing their last minute Christmas shopping, traffic was crazy."
With the coat hanging on her arm, Amy reached into the closet and pulled out a hanger and adjusted the coat. "Did you do any shopping yourself?" she asked, a teasing tone in her voice. After spending so much time with Harry, it made Amy realize that he wasn't the type of man who took any interest in shopping, no matter what the event or holiday it was. "You better not disappoint me."
Harry rolled his eyes at her words. He was not in the mood to be lectured or even playfully teased as she was doing right this minute. "I'll get you a mistletoe alright?" he remarked and took off his black hat with a huff.
"I would say it sounds romantic if you weren't in such a mood," Amy said as she witnessed the attitude that Harry portrayed. Perhaps it was the cold weather followed by the long night hours that he had been awake. That could put anyone in a mood, especially Amy.
Marv used as much strength as he could to muster a yawn before speaking. "That's what being tired does to him," he pointed out and motioned at Harry who only gave him a glare in return.
"Boy do I know," Amy chuckled and placed the hanger with the coat in the closet before her eyes fell upon Harry and a smile came upon her lips, "but I love you otherwise."
Did she have to say it right then and there where Marv was standing? Harry didn't know whether he should just remain quiet or wish that he was completely invisible. He loved the woman as well but he didn't display such affection towards her when his partner was standing there! "Amy come on..." he muttered when she had said it. He noticed that a confused look came upon her face until a moment of realization hit her.
"Oh...right," she said and looked to the ground, feeling rather insecure of her words. Harry had warned her many times not to do it, but it had proven to be difficult on her part. She admired Harry very much and on such nights where he would be gone from the hours that she woke up until the night that he would return, made her miss him more. "Well then," she suddenly perked up as she looked at Marv who was just witnessing the scene between them, "I believe that we all should get some rest."
Marv was not hesitant at that. "I'm finished," he said and took off his own coat which Amy took and hung onto another hanger. "Have a good night," he said to Amy, "and I'll see you in the morning," he said to Harry.
Harry watched as Marv made his way into the small guest room that he had been sleeping in for the past couple of months. It was surprising that Amy didn't find it as a problem that Marv would be their constant roommate but Harry was glad that she didn't. The last things that he wanted was to deal with a wife that complained and a friend who had no home to live in. Then again, Amy wasn't one who would complain all the time, only when he was late. "You comin'?" he asked and looked at Amy who had made her way into the kitchen.
"I will be there in a little bit," Amy responded, not bothering to turn around to even look at Harry.
Now what? the man thought as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the attitude that she displayed. "What's the matter?" he asked and approached her.
"Nothing," Amy answered before putting a kettle on the stove to heat up as she turned her head and looked at him. "Just making some tea."
"Tea?" he asked her, "at 11:50 at night?"
"It helps me sleep," she answered as she looked at Harry, "you on the other hand, should go to sleep."
Don't tell me what to do he wanted to snap at her. He was not in the mood for that, even if she meant no harm by those words. "I'll go when I want to," he said and walked over to the small dining table, "pour me a cup will you?"
Amy's eyes secretly lit up when he said so. It was rare that they would spend times like this with one another and just for that, Amy wanted to enjoy this very moment. "Just in time," she said as the tea kettle began to whistle loudly. Two tea bags were placed into two mugs and the water was poured onto them, causing the essence of the tea to waft into the air. "Two mugs of tea coming right up," she said and placed one mug in front of Harry and the other she held in her hands.
Harry wasn't one who enjoyed tea but he could still feel that cold air that he definitely needed something to warm up. "Thanks," he said before brining the hot mug over his lips and sipping in the hot tea. The tea wasn't that satisfying but it was enough to warm him from within and that was all that he needed. Well, in contrast to what, he needed to have had everything in that house! It was that damn house that was irritating him so much! Damn, damn, damn we almost had it! he wanted to yell.
"Harry?" Amy's voice and gentle touch upon his fisted hand bought him back to reality as he looked up at her, "are you alright?" she asked as concern came over her eyes as she looked at him.
Putting down his mug, he bought his other hand and rested it upon hers reassuringly. "I'll be fine, it's been a long night," he tried to sound as truthful as he could. A long night it had been, but he would have been alright if he had gotten his hands on that house, "and I'm afraid it's going to be even longer tomorrow."
The concerned look disappeared as a look of disappointment took over her features. "Oh," she said, "but tomorrow is Christmas Eve."
So what? I hate Christmas! Harry thought but there was no reason for him to yell all about it. Now when Marv was in the other room. "I promise that I'll make it up to you...on Christmas Day," he said to her.
"Do you promise?" Amy asked as she took a sip of her tea and looked at Harry.
"Have I ever broken my promises?" he asked her.
"Well, you're not one who makes them in first place," Amy said as a small smile took over her features. The clock suddenly struck twelve as the microwave clock beeped, causing Amy to look up. "Now you just have one day love, it's finally Christmas Eve."
With Harry's ring, in the first movie it is seen that Harry is wearing a silver ring around his finger. My only assumptions were that he was either engaged or married and I thought that marriage sounded more suitable than an engagement.
Slight character update on Amy's physical look.
