Ok, let's move on. This chapter is longer. Oh, and thanks for all of the hugs, I fell a little better. :')
The professor looked around his room. He was looking for a notebook. A new notebook. He stopped when he found it and he grabbed it. It has been a few days after the accident. After he found out Claire's body went missing, he went crazy and cried for three days straight. Once he got back to his senses, the professor got to work to try and figure out what caused the explosion and why Claire's body disappeared.
With a pen in hand and a notebook in the other, Hershel started to jot down facts he knew about the accident. More and more he wrote down but couldn't come up with an answer. "Lucky for me, every puzzle has an answer." said Claire once. Hershel believed this so he didn't give up. As more days came, he read as many newspapers to find information about the accident.
It was until one day, late at night, Hershel took his notebook and pen to a tea shop. There he drank his favorite tea and wrote more information. When he finished he started to walk home, that was until the man appeared. He wore black clothes and he stayed to the shadows, so no one will see his face.
"What have you written in that notebook?" asked the man.
His voice sounded familiar to the professor except he couldn't exactly figure it out. "None of your business." said the professor. He continued walking until the man got in front of him.
"Stop and give me that notebook." said the man, aggressively.
"Get away from me!" said the professor as he shoved the man to the side.
"So that's how you want to play this?" said the man as he shoved the professor to the floor.
The professor kicked him away, stood up and ran. He ran for his dear life but the stranger caught up to him and punched Hershel's stomach. "Uff." He said as he fell to the floor.
"Now hand me that notebook! Unless you prefer to get beaten to bits!" yelled the man.
The professor didn't give up and stood up quickly. He punched the man in his face and kicked him once again. By that time, it had started to rain.
From a window nearby was a young Clive. He looked out the window to see the professor being beaten up. He gasped at the sight. "No!" he said to himself as he saw the professor being punched in the eye.
"Now you're done Hershel!" said the man as he punched Hershel in the stomach. With that, the professor fell to the floor unconscious. The man laughed at the scene and grabbed his notebook.
The next time Hershel opened his eyes, he saw it was still raining. He stood up and felt pain in his right eye. His stomach and face weren't any better. When Hershel saw his notebook on the floor, he quickly picked it up and opened it to see the damage that was done. Almost all of the pages of his research were torn out. "No! I was so close on solving this!" he yelled. As he walked home in the rain, he felt one of his pockets heavy. When he reached inside, there was an ice pack. Little did he know it was placed there by a caring, young Clive.
When Hershel got home, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a small box. When he opened it, there was a diamond ring. He sighed at the sight of it. He then placed the box away, placed the ice pack on his eye, and rested. For the rest of the night, he had nightmares of the man and about Claire disappearing.
Excuse me, *blows nose and wipes tears away* ok, I'm a little better now… oh who am I kidding, I'm crying again! It wasn't so easy writing this chapter for I cried, again. Anyone want some tissues? I have boxes of them sitting here waiting to be used.