Chapter 18
We get to the police station and we walk up to it. "Excuse me can I please speak to someone about a missing person's case?" I ask the officer. The officer leaves and comes back with a different officer.
"Hi what can I do for you?" I clear my throat. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" I ask. "Sure, follow me." I follow him with Dean and Sam behind me. We go to a private room and sit down.
"A while ago I woke up in Montana and I only remembered my first and last name. My friends here found a missing persons report and I think I'm that missing person." The officer leans forward. "Okay I need your first and last name and your date of birth.
I clear my throat and tell him. "My name is Morgan Jacobs and my date of birth is um." "It's 2-17-74." Sam cuts in. "Anything else you can tell us." I think for a moment. "Well I hit my forehead on a rock and I can't seem to remember much else."
"Okay why don't you stay here while I go look it up?" The officer gets up and leaves. I lay my chin on my arms that are folded on the table. ""I wonder how long I've been missing." I blurted out. Sam clears his throat. "About a year." Sam replies.
About 15 minutes later the officer comes back with a beige folder, he opens it up. "Okay, let's see." The officer pulls everything out and sorts it. He shows me the report and I compare it to myself. "So you have no idea how you got from Wisconsin to Montana?" He asks me.
"No, I just remember waking up on the side of the road with a gash on my head from a rock the size of an orange." "You don't mind if we take your finger prints and compare them to these you had done as a kid."
"I don't mind." The officer motions for me to stand and we follow him to the room to take my fingerprints. Once done he gives me some wipes and I wipe my right hand clean. He gives them to a skinny officer and we go back to the private room.
"So who are these two?" The officer asks as he looks at Sam and Dean and then back at me. "They're the ones who found me and got me here." About 5 or 10 minutes later the skinny officer comes back. "It's a positive match." He sets down the fingerprints from the card of when I was kid with the ones I just gave him.
"I'll give you the address to your aunt's house." He pulls out a pad of paper and copies down the address and hands it to me. "I'll phone her to let her know you are on your way there." The officer tells us as we stand up and he walks us out.
"Here's the address Dean." I hand him the address. I get into the back seat. They get in and Sam pulls out the map and looks at it. "Main Street isn't too far, we just have to follow the street signs."
I'm nervous of course. It only takes us about 6 minutes until we find the house. It's a nice house with lots of flower beds and a nice porch swing. It's a two story house. Sam and Dean get out first. I pause a few minutes and get out and shut the door gently. I look up and the house is huge. The house is light blue with dark trimmings. The flower beds are in full bloom and the porch swing is a ligh blue. The patio set is a dark blue to match the house.
We walk up to the house and knock. A brown haired woman that looks to be in her 50's answers the door. As soon as she sees me she wraps her arms around me in a hug. She let's go of me and looks me over. "Come in." She motions for us to come in. The house is beautiful. The floors are hard wood floors and the house is just really nice.
"Aunt." She speaks up. "Lydia, your father was my brother." "Aunt Lydia, this is Sam and Dean Winchester, they're the ones that helped me." "Hello, it's nice to meet you." She motions for us to sit on the couch and I sit down and look around.
"Morgan I was so worried about you." I look at her and try to remember her. "I'm sorry." I apologize and she smiles at me. "It's not your fault." "I'm just glad you're home." She comes back with a photo album. "I thought you might like to look through this. It might jog some of your memory." She hands me the book and I open it.
The first page is my parent's wedding. "Your father and I stood up at the wedding. We were married two years before your parents were. They met in college, but they got married 2 years after they graduated. Your father wanted to have a nice steady job."
I look up at her. "What did he do for a living?" I asked as I looked through the photo album. "He was head of the trauma center at a hospital. "I turn to the page and look down at it. "That was taken on your 8th birthday. I made all of your cakes, because you loved angel food cake with different toppings, except coconut, you don't like coconut."
I turn the page and it shows a young girl in black holding two white roses and a sad look on her face. "That was at the funeral. You had two white roses, one for each of your parents."
I turn a few more pages and I'm on the lap of a large man. "That was your uncle Thomas, my son, he came to visit from college and he was the only one you would talk to. He was like a big brother to you."
"It's like you memorized this photo album." I tell as I look at her. "Well I looked at it everyday and kept it by my bed when you went missing, but I never believed you were dead. I knew in my heart you were still alive." I turn the page to where a girl is wearing a cap and gown. I turn it so she can see. "Graduation day from high school." The diploma took up the next page.
I finally get to the last pages. Another picture of a girl in a cap and gown, but this one was different. I turn it so she can see. "Graduation from the University of Wisconsin." She has a huge grin on her face. "I went to college?" I look at the woman.
"Yes, you also got a nice job at a Publishing company as a proofreader. It paid very well." I don't believe it. "The job was probably already filled now."I think to myself. I close the book and set it on the coffee table. "I'd like to see my room." I tell her as I stand up. Sam and Dean stand up.
"Of course dear." We follow her up the steps and down the hall that is also hard wood floors. She takes us to the end of the hall to a room. I look in it. "I gave you the room at the end of the hall with the bathroom so you could have your privacy."
I walk in. The room is painted white with blue boarders and the bed looks like a queen size. The headboard and foot board is white. The bedspread is light and dark blue. I walk to the closet and open it. It's a walk in closet and I look at the neatness of it. Everything is in order.
I shut the door and walk to the desk that is white and I notice the desk calendar. I see in print the words work day and the hours. 8am to 6pm-10 hour work days. Monday –Friday with weekends off. I notice a few things like pay stubs and a savings account.
"I did pretty well." I tell them as I look at the pay stubs and savings account amounts in them. I turn around and look up at them. "I guess I was doing very well, but how did I get from Wisconsin all the way to Montana?" I ask them as I climb on the bed and sit Indian style.
Sam and Dean sit on each side of me. "I don't know, but I wouldn't dwell on it." Dean tells me. Sam gets up and walks around and leans in and looks at the bulletin board. "You may never get your memories back." Sam tells me as he turns around and hands me something. "What's this?" I ask I take it from him.
It's a cell phone. "Oh something so you if you ever need us, you can get in touch with us." I take it and smile. "Thanks." I stick it in my pocket. "Just text us or call us, which ever one you can do." Dean tells me with a smile on his face.
My aunt knocks on the door. "Since this is a celebration of your return, would you two like to stay for supper?" Sam clears his throat and looks at Dean. "Please say yes." I tell them. "Sure, we'd love to, it's been awhile since we've had a home cooked meal" Sam replied. "I'm making Morgan's favorites tonight with her favorite desserts.
"Oh and Morgan supper will be ready at 6 sharp." I nod my head as I watch her leave. I look at the alarm clock and it reads 3:00pm. "You two want to stay or are you coming back?" I ask. "We'll be back here at 6pm sharp with your things." I walk with them and to the door. I watch as they get into the Impala and leave.