Hiya. Back with another update, faster than the speed of lightening. I must say, I was shock to see how of you thought I had drowned our heroine! Heavens, no, readers. Bobblehead is never dead. BOBBLEHEAD LIVES!

Haha, I'm losing it, either way, here it is, part two of "Nocturne" so called "Nightswimming"

Nightswimming

"You, I thought you knew me, this one laughing quietly/Underneath my breath, Nightswimming" - REM

"What's wrong, son?" Fitz repeated. Awkwardly, he shifted upright on the bed, throwing back the covers. He tried not to wake his wife who was a notorious light sleeper. Taking a better look at him, Fit could see now that his youngest son was fully dressed down to his socks and shoes, but also soaking wet. The way the water pooled down around his feet, dark and thick, he could have mistaken it for blood that drenched him. Water dripped everywhere, though. Teddy smelled sour. He look to be in a catatonic state, and it was then that Fitz knew that whatever Teddy had roused him for was something horribly, painfully wrong. He had had this ill-feeling, or something like it, years ago. He repeated the question.

"Evie, she's out there, Dad," Teddy stuttered, his voice losing traction. The words came out sounding hollow and whispy.

"What do you mean? Out where?"

Mellie was slowly waking, thinking she had heard voices at her bedside, "Fitz," she groaned in a thick, sleepy voice. "Teddy, what's the matter?"

"Where is Evie. You said she's out there. What do you mean?"

"It was dark, Dad. I only turned my back for a second. . . It was so dark. I couldn't see?" His eyes fell to the puddle he was making.

"Look at me, son. Where is Evie?" Fitz put his steady hands on Teddy's shoulders. Teddy wasn't making any sense. He was talking jibberish and shaking violently.

"Teddy, honey, are you alright?" Mellie asked.

His head bobbed up and down rapidly, but she couldn't find this as confirmation.

She circled around to the other side of the room, reached into the closet and put a thick blanket around his shoulders. Looking at his disheveled face, she began to get that same feeling that her husband was. Anticipation sinking into the depths of her stomach like a stone.

"Tell us what happened," they said in unison. There was a sense of urgency about the question now.

"Dad, I'm sorry. She can't swim. I tried to go in after her, but it was so dark and I couldn't. I kept going under, Dad. I tried." He sighed, "I should never have. . . I was going to-t-to-to. . ." he trailed off. He was tremoring so intensely, and so pale, he looked downright morose.

A sharp wave of panic shot through Fitz, mingled with frustration, exhaustion and anger. His heart thumping faster, pupils dilated, the veins in his forehead and neck swelling. He squeezed his son's shoulders in a death-grip. Forcefully, he ordered, "Where is Evie?"

"Fitz, stop it." She tried prying his hands off of him with no use. "Stop it!"

"No! You tell me where she is!" he shouted. "YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY DAUGHTER-"

"-I tried to save her. I couldn't do it. I tried!"

"Stop it, Fitzgerald, please. You're hurting him. Let go!"

Fitz sunk his nails in and rattled him, shook him something awful, his head and neck dancing around on his shoulders. Mellie was afraid it might snap. "No, NO! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER? WHERE IS SHE?"

"PLEASE, STOP IT, FITZ!" She threw herself between them as her husband still raged.

"Tell. Me. Where. She. Is." He shouted.

"SHE"S OUT THERE!" Teddy screamed, pointing to the black lake outside of their bedroom window.

Tell me, have I got your attention?

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