"Bo, what are you saying?" Scipio asked.
"Something's up with Galatea! Something is wrong with her, Scip. She killed Fraulein Reinheit!"
"Bo, that's ridiculous. She didn't kill your teacher."
"Then why is Galatea's uniform covered in blood?" Bo panicked. "Scipio, you gotta come home. I'm scared."
"Bo, calm down. Do I have to call your brother?"
"Don't make me the only one who is thinking this, Scip. How is Galatea alive? What happened after she exploded? If she survived, where has she been for the last ten years? Don't ignore the obvious questions!"
Bo did have a point. These questions were driving Scipio mad. "Did she catch you?"
"Yeah." He looked around for Galatea, she was nowhere in sight. "She said she'd kill me if I told anybody."
"I'll get there as soon as I can. Just remain calm." Scipio hung up the phone and quickly grabbed his coat.
Bo put up his cell phone and gave out a sigh of relief. He gently turned his head, only to be surprised by a furious Galatea, whose eyes were red as a blood.
"You shouldn't have done that, Bo." She snarled.
Back at the station, Scipio was rushing to leave, only to have a woman in a silver business suit, her jet black hair up in a perfect bun, and glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, to block his way. "Signor Fortunato, I presume."
"Detective, actually. Listen, I'm in a hurry. I can only help your for a brief time."
"I didn't come here for help, Detective. I'm Madame Moulin. I'm an associate of your father's." Her words made Scipio stop in his tracks. He slowly turned back at her with a furious face.
"I don't want to deal with anything regarding my father. He got what he deserved." He whispered to her.
"That's a shame, Scipio." She chuckled. "Because he left everything to you. His money, his companies, everything."
"Then why come to me now? Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"It was obvious, Scipio, you hated your father with the burning passion of a thousand suns. You wouldn't want to deal with him as long as he lived." The woman stated. She was right, of course. "Besides, the reason I come to you now is because there is a problem at MassCorp."
MassCorp? The facility responsible for the creation of Galatea and Diva? What could possibly be the problem? "What about it? I thought it was shut down."
"Don't believe everything you hear, Detective. Besides, you really want answers to explain how your little girl came back from the dead." She smiled.
Scipio's eyes widened, "If you have answers, I demand you tell me everything now." He commanded.
"All in good time, Detective. My card." She handed him a business card and left.
Scipio glanced at the card and stuck it into his back pocket, and made a mad dash for the door.
At Ewigkeit Prison, Gretchen coldly stared at the Dottore, "This is getting ridiculous, Dottore Massimo. For your crimes against humanity, no bail or parole will be given to you. How many times do I have to explain it to you?"
"Many time, young lady. I only have one request to ask for and I will never ask for anything again."
"What is it?" Gretchen was on her last nerve with this man.
"I want to talk to my son. I know he survived."
"Your son was never reported found, Dottore. If he's not here, he could probably be someplace else. Somewhere far away from you."
"I remembered to bring a picture this time. Here you go." He placed the picture of the young Scipio on the cold, steel table.
Gretchen snatched the picture and looked at it. Her eyes widened at the shock of how her fiancé looked so much like this young boy, "Scipio?"
"Yes, that's his name. Scipio Massimo. I just need to have one talk to him. Just one talk, my dear Gretchen."
The news was too much for Gretchen to bear, "I have to leave." She quickly gathered her things and walked out of the interrogation room.
Scipio arrived at his home with Gretchen arriving a second after him. He was confused and surprised by his fiancée's sudden arrival home. "Gretchen, what is it?"
Gretchen got out of her car and stormed up to Scipio, "You tell me, Scipio Massimo."
Scipio grew surprised, "How did you-? Gretchen, I can explain."
"Like hell you can! That idiot who is trying to post bail? He's your father!" Gretchen shouted.
"Gretchen, listen."
"Why keep this from me, Scipio? What else are you hiding?" A lot. "We've known each other for ten years and you lie about your name!"
"I didn't want anything to do with him!" He shouted back, "I hate my father! Is that you wanted to hear? I hate him, Gretchen!" He continued to shout. "You hate him for what he did to Venice and the lives he ended. I hate him because he made every day of my childhood a living hell!" He shouted as tears were forming, "I can't talk about this now. Bo called me to come home." He walked inside.
"Scipio! We are going to talk about this now!" Gretchen followed him.
"Bo! Galatea?" Scipio looked around the house, "Bo? Tea?"
Gretchen followed him until she stopped at the window, a look of horror washed over her face, "Scipio."
"Gretchen, I said I didn't want to talk about it." Scipio groaned.
"No. Look." She pointed towards the lake. Scipio glanced out the window to see a body floating in the still, gentle waters.
"Bo!" Scipio dashed outside, with Gretchen not too far behind him. Scipio immediately jumped in the lake and swam for Bo. Gretchen stood, worried, as Scipio brought the lifeless Bo back to shore. Scipio placed his ear against his chest for the sound of a heartbeat, "Nothing." He said to Gretchen.
"Move." She got down on her knees and handed him her phone, "Call for an APB." Gretchen immediately performed CPR on Bo, trying so hard to revive him.
After the third attempt at mouth to mouth, Bo coughed up the water lodged in his lungs, slowly opening his eyes.
"Bo!" Gretchen smiled as she hugged his soaked body.
Scipio wiped away his tears and hugged Bo as well. He looked at Gretchen with sincere, loving eyes, "I'm sorry. I should've told you."
"Later." She immediately kissed him. The three embraced in a warm hug.
In the forest beyond the woods, Galatea watched the three in their happy moment. Envy filled up inside her. She longed for a moment for that, and she wasn't going to get it. "You are going to love me!" She gritted her teeth. In her rage, she snapped off a large tree branch and stormed off into deeper parts of the forest.
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