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It was the third annual Santa Series baseball game, the final of the season and Jack was running out onto the field, mit on hand. Moira, Harry, and Maggie cheered from the seats set up dressed in winter clothes.
But something was a miss. "Where is your father? He's missing it." Moira complained after looking around. Maggie took a bit out of her hot dog before saying, "He said he'll be here, he promised." Harry frowned. "He's been so busy since the attack last year..."
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Peter Banning walked through a hallway with people dressed in suits following him and chattering. He looked at a man by a reception and called to him. "Jack.. Jet?" "Jaime." The man corrected. "I said that." Peter added. "I want you to take the video camera, go to the game ahead of me, and tape what I miss."
The man nodded and ran off. A woman came up to him as they turned a corner. "Mr. Banning, this is the speech for your grandmother's tribute." She said, holding a sheet of paper to him. "On cards?" He asked. "Oh, yes sir." She answered. "Number those. Who wrote it?" They turned another corner.
"Ned Millard." She said. Peter smiled. "Oh, I loved his end year report. Read it back to me." The woman began to read. "Lauren Whitehall, honoured guests, for the past seventy years the Granny Wendy we honour tonight, has given hope, and care, and life, to hundreds of homeless children and orphans."
Peter smiled, ignoring the other chatter going on around as they walked. "Great. Very personal."
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"He's still not here..." Harry said. Maggie turned to her mother with a frown. "Mommy, where is daddy?"
Down on the field there was a loud WHACK! The baseball flee into the air, and everyone stood from their seats as Jack walked backwards. His hand was in the air, ready to catch it.
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Peter caught a work phone chucked at him and tucked it into a pouch on his belt. He reached to pick something up a blue cap now on his head. "My briefcase-" "Banning."
He looked up with a smirk at a man with his own phone in a pouch. They held their hands over the phones, like a Mexican stand off in cinema, before a woman made a ringing like screech.
Both men went to draw the phone but Peter got it to his ear first with a laugh. He closed and put it away as people crowded him. "Well..." He said, walking back into the elevator. "Gotta fly."
They all have him words of encouragement and warning as they passed him a file, his briefcase, and a coffee. "Eh, it's your time to go, it's your time to go." He said as he pressed the ground floor button.
"And remember, don't let your arms get tired!!!" The coworkers yelled, flapping their arms. Peter frowned. "What if it's the pilots time to go?" They all booed as the doors closed.
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"COME ON, KEEP US ALIVE BANNING!! KEEP US ALIVE!!" The coach shouted, shaking his fists. "COME ON!!!" Moira shouted. The man from Peter's work, Jamie, moved next to her. "HI MISSUS BANNING! I'M FROM THE OFFICE! WHICH ONES YOUR SON!?" he shouted.
"HE'S UP THE BACK!" Moira answered. The man brought out a camera and started to record. "THANK YOU!" Moira looked down at it and sighed with resignation.
Out on the field, Jack looked up at the seats, only to see no sign of his father. The coach shouted at him to get his head in the game. Everyone was counting on him.
Three.
Jack got ready. Bat in the air. Harry whispered, "Come on... Home run Jack!"
Two.
Moira and Harry were chanting. "Please not the curve ball, please not the curve ball."
One.
The ball came. Jack swung. He missed. The ball was caught and the game was lost. While the opposing team went to celebrate, Jack looked down as he walked aimlessly.
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Peter got out of his car, running over the hill while fixing his tie, only to see the field was empty. He stared out at it for a while, before turning back around. His phone rung and he answered. "Yeah... Yep... Yeah Fred, that's good..."