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As I said before, this is a short story so I'm going to skip to the rising of the climax.

I just got done with my first day of school and, with the long slow agonizing classes of going over rules combined with 4 hours of sleep and the south heat...I'm exhausted.

Disclaimer: I don't own cereal names.

So many hours had passed.

Lisa arrived at her old home around 7 PM, not having realized how long it took to visit Bob and gather her evidence. Her parents briefly checked up on her, her mother giving her a quick filling dinner, before they headed off to bed early. It was plain to see just how sick Marge was with grief, both figuratively and physically.

After munching on her mother's delicious chicken soup, amazed and appreciating the homemade meal once more, she sat down in her room. How she would miss her comfortable bed and the warm food once she returned to college! Pushing aside those thoughts for now, Lisa lay on her bed with paper scattered randomly before her. "This looks something similar to my first semester in English." She chuckled to herself, rubbing her temples.

Why was she so interested in proving Bob innocent? Well, to find the real killer of her brother and avenge him, bring true justice to his name. Something else bugged her though. There was another reason of why she wanted to get him out of jail but she couldn't pin point what it was.

Here she was lying on her bed with papers scattered blindly on the bed as though it were homework she needed to do. Here she was skipping college classes that determined her future just to look over something that could possibly be nothing just for the sake of checking for a criminal. Here she was thinking about him!

Something about the man made her shiver, even when she was but a child! When she was younger, she naturally assumed the chilling sensation was from fear…but how wrong she was! Once she hit her teenage years and puberty came around the corner, she started to feel her heart race at the mere thought of him; hearing his voice made her feel light headed; seeing the man whether on TV, newspaper, or live, made her body tingle.

So maybe her interest in him wasn't completely saint innocent but it certainly wasn't…well, she honestly couldn't think of a word to finish that sentence. In all her college vocabulary, in all the pages of her mental dictionary that grew thicker each year, she couldn't think of one word that might finish the sentence honestly. Was this bad? Yes, it was.

His voice…yes, that was the first thing that caught her attention. His voice was so demonic, so deep, so rich like dark chocolate, sophisticated, mature…it was something hardly every found in Springfield! What really kept her attention and reeled her in was the words spilling from his mouth, dripping off his voice.

His words proved just how well his mind worked. He showed off his intelligence, which was pretty easy to do in a small town, by using words bigger than two syllables. Lisa's mind matched his, his matched hers; they could actually hold a genuine debate about politics that wasn't based on Cap'n Crunch VS the Trix Rabbit; discuss books that weren't covered by a sticker claiming its level was first grade; life!

Now really, how many people could she do that with?!

The receipts of his hotel staying, pictures of every red light in the area that was passed by, and every police report lay before her…it turned into a blur. Her eyelids felt heavy, her muscles relaxing without command. Letting her head rest on several pictures of speeding cars, she felt…drowsy.

With a small yawn, she decided to rest her eyes just for five minutes…

Next chapter: Bob's thoughts; looking through the evidence which may convince Lisa he is guilty…or maybe he is not guilty! Review!