Author's Note: In this chapter, there will be another returned, but it won't be the same one from the tv series. You just have to read on to find out who it is.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Diana asked the boy who looked exactly like her cousin who died thirty-two years ago when she was only ten years old. She recognized his voice from the phone call made earlier, but he had been staring at her weirdly ever since she had came home. Jacob shook his head and glanced at Marty who was reading a news article on the plane crash and was comparing the picture of the boy in the article to Jacob.
Diana turned to Marty, "Where did this boy come from?" she asked. Marty looked up, "He was in China. I just picked up from the airport and he claims to be your cousin." Diana looked at Mrs. Pickle who was still getting over seeing Jacob again, "Diana, can't you see it is your cousin?" Mrs. Pickle had said that thirty-two years before when she found an article about a kid who looked a lot like Jacob who was found starving under a bridge in Mexico. When Diana didn't respond, Mrs. Pickle started getting excited, "Wait until Tom hears! He will be so happy!" She grabbed the telephone and began to dial his number.
Diana grabbed the phone, "Number 1, Nancy this is not my cousin. Number 2, people don't come back to life thirty two years later. I bet his body is still in the graveyard right where is grandfather laid him. There is no such thing as miracles." Diana had stopped believing in God and miracles when everyone in her family started dying. First her parents when she three, then her aunt, uncle and cousin when she was ten. "This is a gift from God." Mrs. Pickle said, "Jacob has a role in our lives."
Marty and Jacob had watched the conservation silently till Marty's phone rang, "Hello? No. I said no. I have a situation here. The boy I picked up looks very similar to a boy who died thirty-two years ago and claims to be that boy. I know. I just want to see what is going on here first. I will. Just give me a few hours, okay? Bye." he hang up and now everyone was looking at him. He cleared his throat, "My boss would like me to take Jacob to an adoption center, unless you have evidence that he is your relative then he can stay here." Diana nodded, "He can go then." Mrs. Pickle looked shocked, "No. No. He is staying. He is like a son to me."
Marty looked at her and gave her, his best I am sorry look, "I can't not leave him with people that aren't related to him." Mrs. Pickle nodded, "Then take him to stay with his cousin Max." Jacob smiled, "Max." he said the name like he had no clue who that was. Mrs. Pickle looked at him worriedly, "Your cousin, Max. He is..." She mentally slapper herself, Max was thirty and had been born two years after Jacob died.
At that time, Diana's nanny had quit, because of Diana becoming violent. Mrs. Pickle lost her job for a couple of months till she was able to adopt Diana. Diana had spend those few months at her father's sister's house and had helped out with taking care of Max. Max is Jacob's cousin, too. Diana shook her head, "I don't think he should stay over there. Even if he knew Jacob, I am pretty sure that he doesn't believe in resurrection." Max is a Christian and actually goes to Tom's church.
Marty shook his head, "I will give you two some time to figure this out, I am going to take Jacob to the doctor to get this figured out." Marty headed towards the door as the doorbell rang. Diana blinked a few times then answered the door. "How did you get through the gate?" she was asking someone. "Sorry, I must be at the wrong house. Do you know where Diana Langston lives." Jacob ran over when he heard the familiar voice and standing there was the one and only Lucille Langston. "Mom!" Jacob yelled.
She smiled at him, "Jacob, I have been looking all over for you. I ended up in New York City for some odd reason. Have you seen your father?" Jacob shook his head, but was glad that she didn't question who he was and hadn't changed like everything else around him. Diana shook her head, "This is not real." Mrs. Pickle came over to see what all the commotion was about. "Lucille, darling." Mrs. Pickle hugged her. Lucille looked surprised, "Did something happen?" Mrs. Pickle nodded, "You died thirty-two years ago along with Henry and Jacob." Lucille stared at her and began to laugh, "Nancy, you are so silly. You even put on make up to look older. Come on, let's get back to 1982. Not 2000 whatever."
Diana looked confused and lost, "What is going on?" she said looking up at the ceiling. Lucille looked at Diana, "Who are you, dear? Are you an actor hired to be Diana in the future?" Diana froze and ran out of the room after recovering. "Mom, what is going on? I ended up in China." Jacob replied looking scared. Lucille put an arm around him, "We figure this all over once we find your father. Now why don't we head home before this joke goes too far." She glanced at Mrs. Pickle who looked upset.
Jacob nodded and smiled. Maybe when he come home everything would be back to normal. "Can I see Tom, too?" he asked his mother. She smiled, "Of course, you can, but after we get you some food." They both headed out the door, mother and son.
"Mom. What happened to the factory?" Jacob asked as they drove by the abandoned factory that Jacob felt like he was just at a few short days before which was of course not true. Lucille glanced at it, "I don't know." she responded. Jacob decided to speak up, "Do you think Mrs. Pickle and Diana are telling the truth?" Lucille shook her head, "No, is it just a joke."
They pulled up in front of their house, little did they know who actually lived there. Lucille looked through her pockets, but some reason could not find the keys to the house. The lights were on so she decided to knock. The door opened and Lucille could hear a movie playing in the background. A young woman who looked in her early thirties was standing there. "May I help you?" she asked kindly.
Lucille nodded, "Yes. This is my house." she said it firmly. The woman smiled, "I think you got the wrong house, this my father's house." Lucille took a step forward, "I have lived in this house ever since I married my husband, Henry and no one else has. "Who are you?" the woman asked as she called for her dad. "I am Lucille Langston, the owner of this house." Lucille replied. Jacob had been watching the whole scene from behind his mother.
"Mom?" he suddenly asked. "Yes?" she asked turning around to face him. "I can feel something or someone." She bit her lip, "What do you mean?" She had the same feeling. "Hello." a voice said from behind them and Jacob wasn't able to answer. Lucille swung around, "Fred?" she asked uncertainty. Fred was much older than she remembered, but he still looked like Fred in the face. Maybe Diana and Nancy were telling the truth. He shook his head, "Sheriff Langston to you."
Lucille couldn't control herself as she began to laugh. Fred had been working at the factory most of his life, why change now? She stopping laughing when she realized that everything had changed. Fred was staring at her, "What is so funny?" he asked edging his hand towards his gun. He thought she was crazy, then he noticed the little boy behind her. "Hello." he said kindly to the small boy. Jacob looked at him for a moment, then he recognized him. "Uncle Fred!"
Jacob hugged him, now Fred was not only shocked, but now he was thinking the same thing as Diana. "You are..." he stopped himself from saying what he was screaming in his head. "Dad?" The young woman asked and Lucille realized it had to be Maggie. "Go inside." Fred demanded. Maggie nodded, but it was visible in her eyes that she was scared and curious. She went inside, no one else was inside, since this was their father and daughter bond time.
Jacob let go of Fred after Fred didn't look like he was going to hug him back. Lucille smiled, "Kids. I see Maggie has grown up quite fast." Something dawned on Fred and he replied, "I do not know what kinda of sick joke this is, but if you don't leave now, I am arresting you both." Fred crossed his arms and Lucille tried her best not to yell at him. "Fred." she said almost a whisper. He shook his head, "My family has been through enough. Now go before I change my mind."
Lucille knew that when Fred made up his mind, then he wasn't going to change it so she started to walk away. Jacob didn't follow, "Uncle Fred, what is going on?" he asked and Fred looked into his eyes and saw he was confused for real. "Wait, stop." he said. Lucille turned around and saw that Fred looked like he felt bad for them. "There is a church in the town. I can drive you there and maybe Pastor Tom can help you." Lucille could only nod. He led them to his police car after telling Maggie he would be back soon. On the drive there, Jacob asked his uncle, "Uncle Fred, what happen to the town?" Fred looked back at him, "I am not your uncle, kid. I think you have me mistaken."
But Fred knew that this boy in the backseat looked exactly like his nephew. He maybe trained or something. And the woman looked exactly like his sister in law. They pulled up in front of the church. Fred opened the door for them and let them out. "I was enjoying my day off before you two interpreted me." he muttered as they got out. "Just say you have no where to stay, I have things to do." Fred got back into his car and drove away leaving Jacob and his mom just standing there. Jacob smiled, "Look it, Mom. It says that Tom is the pastor, isn't he too young?" Lucille glanced at the sign and was shocked, had everyone grow up without them knowing.
Why did they still look they same? She looked at Jacob who looked like the eight year old, he is. What was going on? She shook her head, "No." She grabbed Jacob's hand, "I want to go and check something." Jacob looked confused, "What?" Lucille's face expression was of fear, "Why don't you wait here?" Jacob shook his head, "But...I want to come." Lucille shook her head, "Just find Pastor Tom like Uncle Fred said." Jacob stared at her for a second, "But Uncle Fred says I am not his nephew. Did we come back from the dead, Mom?"
Lucille looked at him, "I want to go to the graveyard to confirm it." she replied. Jacob nodded, "I am coming." Lucille sighed, "Okay." They walked away from the church as Preacher James watched from a window.
Author's Note: You don't know who Preacher James is then no worry I will explain who he is in later chapters. How was the chapter? I made it longer then my chapters are usually. If you like it, please comment.