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"Joseph Hardy?" Doctor Robert Cates asked walking into the waiting room in the emergency room where Laura and Gertrude were sitting. They had decided to wait for news of Joe before heading upstairs to see Frank.

"Yes?" Laura asked anxiously standing up. Cates approached the two women and nodded hello to them before launching into his explanation.

"I treated both your son Joe and your son Frank. Frank is suffering from a grade three concussion and should be released in a day or two. What really concerns me is Joe's condition; Joe was in the hospital cafeteria eating something when he collapsed. We're running test on him to see what's wrong but we think he may have been poisoned based on his condition. Originally we though he had simply passed out but based on our test results he appears to be in a drug-induced coma." The doctor explained.

"You can bring him out of it right?" Laura asked anxiously.

"Well…the thing is all blood tests have come back negative for drugs commonly used to bring on a comatose state, we think that this may be illegally engineered drug, or a combination of several mixed and made to dissolve in the bloodstream. We're having his sandwich and drink analyzed in case the substance came from them, hopefully this is the case and we'll be able to find the poison and cross engineer an antidote." Cates explained.

"And what if that's not the case?" Laura asked looking like she'd rather not know the answer.

"Then we have to try other routes, but you need to prepare yourself because I can't give you any guarantees that Joe will wake up or that whatever he was given doesn't have a secondary effect after the coma."

Frank/Nancy…

"The thing is…I don't know who hit me, and I don't really know why." Frank answered carefully.

"Then why don't you tell me what you do know?" Nancy answered.

"Well…they told me that this was a warning and that I should take it seriously." Frank answered hoping that would be enough to get her to leave it alone.

"A warning of what?" Nancy asked. "You and Joe aren't on any cases are you?"

"No…we're not. It's been quiet lately." Frank answered. "They didn't say what the warning was for only that it was just that."

"…strange…Are you sure you and Joe haven't seen anything or heard anything weird?" She continued.

"No…" Frank answered. "Listen, Nancy, can we please continue this conversation later? I'm really getting worried about Joe…" He asked. "Will you go look for him?" Frank questioned. Nancy gave him a searching look before answering.

"All right, fine, I'll go find Joe, but do not think this conversation is over." She answered levelly giving his hand a quick squeeze before getting up and exiting the room.

Frank frowned to himself after she left. Something was wrong here, at the moment he wasn't sure what it was and decided to push his unease aside and read the letter he had been given. He got out of his bed and gripped the edge tightly as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Frank and his growing migraine had never been so glad for a light dimmer before. He made his way to the closet where his clothes had been hung and pulled the envelope from his jeans' pocket. Frank then headed back to his bed at an agonizingly slow pace. He couldn't bring himself to walk fast however as he still felt dizzy. Frank got back into his bed and opened the letter.

Dear Chosen One,

We've been watching you. And we know you haven't taken the warnings seriously. Soon the time for redemption will be upon us and you will right the sins that have been committed on this sacred Earth. But first the spares must be eliminated from your inner circle. You do not take us seriously, Mr. Hardy. This is fine, after tonight you will know better. Tonight we rid the world of those who seek to keep you from your fate. First and foremost we shall eliminate young Joseph for he seeks to protect you from destiny; he will be sent to an eternal sleep, do not worry it will be painful. Your beloved, Callie will die a horrible death her bones crunching against the pain that comes knocking at her door. But these will not be the only lost tonight, gone will be; Anthony lost to the lead that will tear through him, Chester lost to the warmth of the flames, Vanessa lost to cold steel, Biff lost to a slow and terrible deprivation of the Earth's sweet air, and lost will be Phil killed by the very technology you yourself love. None shall remain when the night is through other then perhaps your dear Nancy Drew. But do not rejoice yet for she too will be gone but not yet. We have other uses for Miss Drew. So it has been foretold so it shall be done. Look to the flowers, Franklin, look to the flowers. We're watching you…

Wishing you all the best,

The Union

This was really, really bad. Not just bad but horrible. As in Frank was way past over his head at this point. The note had held more information then usual, whoever was sending them was advancing his plan. Most unsettling of all he seemed to want to kill all of Frank's friends, Callie, and Joe…and Nancy, or rather they had something planned for her. Who were these people and what the hell did look to the flowers mean?