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YIKES! Sorry… but I honestly did say I would see you in 2012… Thank you to anonymous reviewer who inspired me to continue this story which I actually had forgotten about. The story is going to switch gears a wee bit. Hopefully you approve. Thank you for reading! As always I own nothing except my cruel ways with the characters.
Dream brother with your tears scattered round the world.
Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
And nobody ever came
Dream brother- Jeff Buckley
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Police report: February 13th 2012
Unidentified male
age: 20-25
height: 6'2''
weight: 136lbs
eyes: green
hair: auburn
Was found wondering along highway I-25 at 5.23am. Male was clad in only underwear and had lacerations to head, torso, arms and legs. Male was disorientated and was unable to answer routine questions. He was taken to Socorro General Hospital. Show signs of prolonged abuse as well as amnesia.
APB was put out looking into the identity of John Doe.
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I walked down the hallway as I've done everyday for the past seven months. I was assigned to help with Case 47B: John Doe: Socorro. It was my first real case as a social worker. I had just finished my practicum and was a fully fledge social worker when he appeared out of nowhere. He bonded with me almost instantly it was as if we knew each other. I must admit he did seem rather familiar…as if I'd seen him at Starbucks buying coffee. His condition was extremely poor and was startling. I didn't feel prepared at all to take this on by myself. He was emaciated and frail with many cuts and bruises and scars littering his body. He'd been through hell and back and yet when I walked through his door he looked up at me and smiled… his eyes sparkled.
"You must be my babysitter" He chuckled lightly
I resisted the urge to cry over his condition and scoff at how cavalier he was about everything.
Two months ago I resigned from his case. I couldn't see him just as a case file and he couldn't see me as his social worker. Senior case worker Jessica Stanley took over, her last case before her early retirement.
Before I could get to the end of the Hallway, Mason stopped me. I couldn't help but smile big. Today he was being released and was officially his own persons. His ID read Mason Socorro (nee John Doe). It was a specialized ID that gave him legal identification as well as notified officials that he was a John Doe case, in case his true identity was discovered. He grasped my hands and kissed my cheek. "Bella, Bella, Bella…" he whispered softly. I had never felt more loved.