Few months ago, Paul Callen had died.
He had technically committed suicide to save Evelyn's son, Matthew Santos. Evelyn had not always known how far Paul would go in order to protect his friends, but afterwards, she really did see the true Paul Callen.
Paul did not have a very nice childhood, and had many terrifying memories that would haunt him as a child. Therefore, when Evelyn asked Paul to be the 'un-official' godfather for Matthew, Paul happily agreed, and was determined more than ever to ensure that Matthew had a great life.
Now as he sat thinking in the SQ headquarters, Paul was not sure how he was going to carry out his goal. He did not have a father, so he did not know what a father did. Moreover, he was suffering under all the terrible and supernatural things he had to deal with nearly every day.
"I don't know. If I can't even help myself, how am I supposed to help Matthew?" He muttered, staring out of the blurry window.
His dull brown eyes sought out the black clouds that raged in the grey sky, and he ran a hand through his messy brown hair.
"Paul," Alva called from his office. "Can you come here for a moment?"
Paul heaved sigh and dragged himself over to Alva's office. He entered the forlorn room, and sat himself down on one of the hard wooden chairs that sat before the large polished desk. Alva was sitting at the desk, sifting through some of yesterday's papers.
"You called?" Paul said.
Alva looked up. "Ah yes. Paul...I needed to have a word with you about something..."
"...yes?"
"Something...rather personal." Alva finished.
Paul raised an eyebrow. "Look, Alva, if this is about those dreams, I already told you-I'm not affected by them."
"No, no. Nothing to do with Tommy or your dreams. It's about your...well...father."
Paul stared at Alva. "Alva, just in case you've forgotten, my father hasn't contacted me for over twenty years-"
"Yes, yes, I know all that. I just wanted to ask you...did he ever tell you about..." Alva trailed off, looking pained at what he had to tell Paul.
"About...?"
"About Johnson?" Alva sat back in his chair, searching Paul's face for any reaction to the name.
Paul frowned. "Who?"
Alva stood up, grabbed some files off his filing cabinet, and dropped them in front of Paul. "Johnson...Callen." He said in a soft whisper.
Paul's heart jumped and he grabbed the files, scanning them with growing confusion.
Johnson Callen
Article 75# from 'New York Times'
Only yesterday afternoon, a horrible crime was being committed in the Callen household.
According to the FBI, Mrs. Samantha Callen, mother of Johnson and Paul Callen, and wife to Timothy Callen, had committed a murder suicide.
At exactly 5:46pm, neighbors complained of shouting and screaming coming from the Callen household. Mr. Callen was not at home at the time. According to NYFP, Mrs. Callen was driven to hysteria and drowned her youngest son, Johnson Callen (11), in the bathtub. She then attempted to do the same to Paul (12), but the young boy managed to escape fate by running out of the house and over to the neighbor's for help. Mrs. Callen then drowned herself, ten minutes later.
Mr. Callen is currently at the New York Hospital being treated for shock and Paul Callen is being treated for shock and minor injuries.
Such a horrible crime is now alerting the public to the increasing number of homicide and criminal activity in New York.
For the full story, turn to page 8.
For further information about the increasing number of homicides in our homes, turn to page 5.
Paul stared shocked at the paper.
"But...I-I don't remember...I...How...?"
Alva gently pried Paul's shaking hands off the file and sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Paul. However, I do not expect you to remember this incident...When one suffer a terrible ordeal; one tends to lose their memory about it."
Paul shook his head, dumbfounded and confused. "But...but how did you-?"
"Well, you see, I was researching about our next case."
"Next case?" Paul's brow furrowed.
"Yes. Your past is somehow connected to our case." Alva put a comforting hand on Paul's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown you...I just thought you would have liked to know the truth."
Paul's expression darkened. "Liked?"
"Uh...bad choice of words, I know..."
"Liked?!" Paul stood up, glaring at Alva. Usually he would never lose his temper, but right now, nothing seemed to matter anymore. "I just found out I had a little brother, Keel! You brought back my past, when I spent all those years trying to forget! Now look what you had done! All those years-WASTED!"
Paul stormed out of the office, seething with rage and pain. He pushed past the shocked Evelyn who was clearly confused at his sudden madness.
"Paul? What-"
Paul hurried past her, grabbed his coat and slammed out of the building. Fresh air struck him, and it cooled him down a bit. His eyes reflected turmoil and pain, as he hurried to the park. He needed time to think. His heart was now freshly cut and bleeding, as he remembered that horrible night. He was shocked that he could forget his own brother, but that night had been just so horrifying, that he had to forget about everything linking to it. He clenched his teeth and he crossed the road.
How could Alva do that to me? How could he not see how it would affect me? Is he so blunt after all?
Paul Callen was so wrapped up in his despair, that he never saw the car speeding towards him.