Patrick Mac Ch.12
She doesn't remember me. Carla doesn't know who I am. I've been her best friend she was less than a five years old. I'd found her hiding behind a bush, while I was taking a walk. I was ten years old at the time, and I took her with me, fed her and bathed her, so that when I asked my parents if we could keep her with us, they couldn't say no. And they didn't. But she ran away, and when she came back, she changed. A lot. His thoughts wandered back to the last time that he'd seen her. It was her birthday. It was the day before she ran away, and she'd said "I love you, Pat," and she kissed my cheek. "I love you too Carla," he whispered, to no one in particular.
"Patrick, are you okay?" Courtney's voice snapped him back to the present.
"I'm okay," he replied.
"Look, I know I'm supposed to be here, but I thought you needed to know this. I was following a cab on second earth, and there was in there. Her name was Molly. She was reading a magazine, and I had bad feeling about it, so I followed them. He took her to the flume, and about ten minutes later, they came back, but she was different. She seemed to like the guy. Then they crashed, but the driver wasn't there. So I came here because that's where the driver went.
"Wait, did you say her name was Molly?"
"I think so, why?"
"That girl, she's not Carla. She's Molly Elizabeth McDermott."