March 2010
BOSTON
A woman with curly blonde hair and blue eyes intently walked down the private practice hallway of Dr. Cole's office. She quietly adjusted the white coat she had just stolen from the young female intern.
She pulled it over her black dinner dress and adjusted her walk so that anyone who passed by her didn't know she was totally out of place. She felt sad for that little female intern though. Having to wake up in the janitors closet with an outfit like that-
She reached room 3423
WALLACE COLE, PSYCHOANALYST.
The door read.
She thought to herself how lucky it was all the cameras in the building 'just happened' to be down today.
She took out the key (which she had stolen from the janitor earlier)
"I love these peoples. They have no idea what they're up against." She said, smiling happy to herself.
CLICK-CLUNK
The door opened, she quietly let herself in.
"I wonder why it's almost nine and he isn't in yet. I thought all doctors were on a 24/7 notice," she pondered aloud to herself as she saw the office.
"Well, maybe my doctor... I wonder if he's regenerated yet?" she purred...
She walked over to the desk, placed the file she had been carrying with her all this time.
"Poor Lauren. I hope she gets better..." she said, knowing full well the answer.
She walked back to the door, and closed it, hearing it lock up again.
She tore off the white coat and threw it in a small hall closet where nobody would find it.
At least for another week or so...
When she got to the door, a security guard stopped her.
She almost killed him on the spot, but decided to hear him out
"Pardon me ma'm, but have you seen a Middle age woman by the name of Ri-"
Middle age? MIDDLE AGE!
"No." she said firmly.
She pushed him aside and walked out of the building.
Her mission was done.
Now she guessed it was time to see her 'Doctor' again...
JULY 3rd 2010
SOMEWHERE IN TEXAS
Sallyanne awoke on her couch. Her head was throbbing, but she had no glass of brandy anywhere. She moaned and rubbed her head
"I got the bullet out. Thanks for asking."
She looked up.
Her beloved Princess Di sat, panting, on HIS lap. All she wanted to do was strangle him. But her head felt SO heavy...
She looked up.
His blue eyes and brown spiky hair stared right at her.
"You... I thought you were dead..." she growled at him.
He laughed.
"I'm just lucky like that. But that's not the point.
"Explain."
"What's with the bad mood. Somebody hasn't had their morning coffee today... The other day a little bird tells me our DAUGHTER is currently residing in a crazy house in Memphis Tennessee." He murmur as he petted Di, who loved the attention.
"You know that isn't true. She's not crazy." He said, rubbing Di on the bottom of her chin.
Sallyanne pushed herself up allowing full eye contact now.
"I don't believe that. You did something to her. I know that for sure."
He didn't say anything. He just kept petting the dog.
"Your youngest is 16, right?"
Silence from her end.
"Listen lady, I'll get right to the point. I'm expecting much. I just want to know where our daughter is."
"You are not getting anything out of me."
He quietly helped Princess Di off of his lap. He stood up and walked into the kitchen, where he grabbed himself some of the brownies she had made the day before. He took one bite, then wrapped up a few and stuffed them in his pocket.
He walked over to Sallyanne
"You don't remember any of our time together, do you?"
"What time!" she panicked.
He laughed. "I'm just messing with you. We only spent 30 minutes together. Don't you remember? The smell of beer, fish and chips? The football maniacs screaming theirs heads off as Liverpool won another match?"
"What?"
He leaned in and whispered
"You don't even remember crawling into that empty V.I.P room with the disco ball?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about..."
He kissed her forehead.
"See ya in a bit darling. Nice seeing you again."
She didn't know why, but when he kissed her, she almost started crying.
He stood down and petted Di, who cried at seeing him go.
She saw him walk out the door.
For the next 15 minutes or so, Sallyanne struggled internally over the man that was apparently the father of her only daughter.
She had sometimes dreamt of a man just like him coming into the house when her husband was at work and climbing into bed, whispering all the right things to her as she tried to fall asleep.
But she had always assumed that was a common fantasy of a normal housewife like herself. Very common.
She did recall a very groggy memory of going out to a pub with her sister on her 27th birthday 18 years ago. She remembers a man who looked just like him, sitting there at the pub. She remembers doing something that somehow, made it one of the best nights of her life...
But that wasn't real, was it?
No, she told herself. That was just a dream.
With that, Sallyanne walked upstairs, covering the tears up and knocked on Matt's door.
"Rise and Shine darling! The church's functions at 4 we need to start getting ready!"
TODAY
"Dr. Cole didn't come today." Lauren muttered to the nurse.
"Well honey, I don't think you've been good enough to see him. You haven't been taking your pills."
"The pills don't do anything to me. They make me feel sleepy, and they slur my words, but they don't do anything for me. Unless you want me to be a vegetable. Then you're doing your job great, keep up the good work." She said.
The nurse sighed and placed the thing of pills near the bedside table
"I'll be back around 10 tomorrow morning. Keep up the good work."
As the nurse left, Lauren pulled the covers over her.
She closed her eyes and dreamt of the good old days with the Man with the Singsong voice and the Welsh Girl...
She was sad because she used to dream
She didn't notice the Door opening, and The Lady in Black walking up behind her.
"Hello sweetie." The welsh voice took her by surprised.
She smiled when she realized who it was.
This was going to be great.
"So." Lauren said, turning over to face Gwen, "how are you going to get me out of this nuthouse?"
Gwen placed the sunglasses over her face
"Ready when you are Dr. Song."
Yep. This is gonna be fun...