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"What am I going to do?" Dad moaned, pacing in the living room. They'd only started talking once they felt enough time had passed for Calvin to be asleep. It took less time than usual, which ordinarily would raise flags. But their current crisis took precedence over that mystery.

Dad was an absolute wreck by the time they'd gone into the living room. Mom couldn't understand why. To her it was just a simple hearing.

"If they say that I was negligent in filing the patents then I could be sent to prison, or worse sued!"

"But you weren't were you?"

"I asked if there was a safety risk involved and was told that they didn;t find one."

Mom sat and thought this over. Despite being run ragged by Calvin, she had a powerful mind. Calvin got it all from somewhere. While the energy came from his dad, his brain came from Mom.

"Well you can just explain that and be on your way."

"I can't," He said.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," He said. "This hasn't happened before so I've got to be ready, for all I know they might make me the representative"

"I think you're stressing out," She said. Dad threw up his hands in response.

"How can I not stress out? I'm being called in to give testimony on a fatal accident!"

"I thought this was just you giving a statement," She got up and walked over to her husband, who was shaking with fear.

"Yes, but if they feel like they need to they'll ask me to be a witness at the trail," He sat down, shaking.

"You don't know there's going to be one," She pointed out. He jumped to his feet.

"People died from this, in these situations there's always a trail!"

She folded her arms then sighed. It was time for a little tough love, then a lot of gentleness. It had worked on Calvin. With this in mind, she grabbed his hands.

"I may not have gotten a college degree in criminology, but I know how trials work," She looked him the eyes.

"All you did was file the patent, whatever happened there is this Afton' fault."

"Were you at the restaurant?" She asked.

"No," He replied.

"Did you design the suits?"

"No," He answered again.

"Do you even know what the place is called?"

"No, what's the point with this?" He asked. His frustration giving way to announce.

She got down on her knees. Taking his hands, she pulled him up. Then they hugged.

"You barely know anything about this case," She said. ",odds are they'll let you off after your statement."

"I don't know.."

"Dear just relax," Mom soothed, hugging him . "Odds are whatever happened was an accident and it'll get cleared up within a day."

Dad sighed, relaxing from the comforting hug of his wife. He wished he could believe what she was telling him but there was no way that would work. People had died. There was no way this wouldn't end in a trail. He'd read on the suits systems during the filing. He could only imagine the agony they'd suffered in their final moments. He pushed away the thoughts as they were the last thing he needed.

Mom hugged him a little tighter. Reminding him of where he was right then. She had a good point, maybe someone else would take over. He wasn't exactly the highest on the totem pole at work, so they might give him some leeway.

"Just pray about it, then sleep on it for a little bit," Suggested Mom.

"Alright, but what will you do if it comes to that?"

"Then I'll be right beside you the whole time," Mom hugged him a bit tighter. Dad smiled, leaning into her arms. He felt relaxed.

Dad blinked and bit his lip. He knew that he didn't want Calvin to be there because it would be pure chaos. Leaving him home alone wasn't an option either, or with a babysitter for a long time.

Rosalyn may put up with a lot, but a full week with nothing but Calvin was a terrible idea; especially for their wallets.

"I know you're thinking about Calvin, but don't think about that right now," She said.

"We'll work it once we know more about that's going to happen okay?"

Dad, knowing full well that he wasn't going to win this fight, conceded ad they separated. They walked into the kitchen to clean up from the hastily abandoned meal they'd left behind.

"They continued to talk, unaware of the little six year old at the top of the stairs." As soon as they'd left, Calvin made a mad dash for his room.

Silently he opened the door and went inside, finding Hobbes fast asleep in their bed. Too excited by this new information to care about his own survival, he crawled onto the bed and shook him.

"Hobbes, Hobbes wake up!"

This mistake he regretted the moment Hobbes eyes snapped open. The Tiger proceeded to jump up, flipping himself over while in the air and landed on his was a very impressive feat, but Calvin had little time to admire, or give compliments to it. Hobbes sprang up once more, slamming himself into Calvin and knocking him to the floor.

"What was up with that?" Calvin demanded while struggling out from under his friend's paws.

"Rule one of Tiger law, don't wake a sleeping tiger," Hobbes got off Calvin. "We hunt night and day, including dreams."

"That's great, and you almost made me forget what I was going to say," Calvin dusted himself off. He crossed his arms with a glare. Hobbes returned with a yawn.

"Can it wait until tomorrow?"

"No it can't because Dad's going on trail!" Calvin threw up his arms and started to pace. Hobbes leaned back and blinked a few times.

"W-wait, your dad..on trial?" He glanced and half frowned. Calvin stopped pacing to look at him.

"Yeah, I can't believe it!"

"But he's just so..normal." Hobbes shrugged. "Did they outlaw character?"

"You can't outlaw something like that!" Calvin once more threw up his arms. He paced may squabble but, but Calvin still loved Dad. Plus he paid for the TV.

"Maybe we can help if we know what he's going on trial for." Offered Hobbes.

"Great idea...except I didn't catch that part." Calvin placed his hand on his chin. "Maybe we can find out?"

"Can we ask your parents?"

Calvin slapped his forehead with a sigh. Hobbes stopped and crossed his arms. He disliked it whenever Clavin got this way.

"I wasn't supposed to know in the first place, do you think they'll tell me if I ask?" Calvin placed his hands on his hips. He then started speaking in a mock version of his Dad's voice.

"They'll say, "Calvin you shouldn't be listening to other people's conversations it's rude; even though we do it to you all the time!"

Hobbes cupped his paw over his mouth to keep from laughing. Calvin stopped and turned toward him.

"What's so funny?"

"You're mother's right, the voice is funny!"

"This isn;t a time to be laughing at silly voices!" Calvin shouted.

"Yeah, it;s time to go to bed!"

Mom threw open the door. Light spilled and, causing Clavin to yelp. Mom glared down at him and Calvin looked up. Suddenly he found himself in a very religious mood. He wanted to pray and hope that Mom hadn't heard much of the conversation.

"What are you yelling about at this time of night?"

Calvin felt a wave of relief crash down. But he wasn't out yet.

"Hobbes pounced me when I got in bed and laughed about it!" He pointed an accusing finger at the tiger.

"Hey!" Hobbes shouted.

Mom didn't hear Hobbes and so simply rolled her eyes. She didn't have time to deal with Calvin's antics. Not with her husband's words still ringing in her head.
"Rightt….. you can settle that later." She tood firm and pointed.

"Bed. Now."

Calvin decided this was a battle he wouldn't fight. He simply turned and got into bed. Mom watched him climb in.

"You didn't hear us did you?" He asked and Calvin froze. He glanced at Mom, and then at Hobbes. The tiger, just a fuzz mad, stuck out his tongue. Calvin wanted to punch him. He looked back,

"I didn't hear anything because I was arguing with him!" Mom shook her head in response, then turned off the light.

"Well good, you don't need to worry about it then."

"Get some rest dear, another..big day tomorrow," She said, unsure if it would be true. Without another word the door was closed. Darkness fell.

"Some nerve throwing me under like that!" Snapped Hobbes.

"I couldn't tell her the truth," whispered Calvin. "She'd blow her lid at us."

"Well next time leave me out," Hobbes rolled over, not wishing to talk anymore. Knowing this Calvin did the same. But his mind raced.

What had his dad done? Would they be forced to move, or lose everything?

These are questions a six year old shouldn't be asking, he thought.
He thought about it all then fell asleep. It was to be Calvin's last peaceful sleep, for a very long time.

Bit of a shorter chapter but I felt it would be a small littile bit. Just get things started. Things will get more interesting as they come..oh yes :D

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