Author's Note: You are all probably wondering who murdered Jacob and what happened on that plane. Well, this is what Jacob and Lucille are trying to figure out. Let's see if Lucille remembers anything from the plane accident or murder in this case. Also I have decided to write start working on a spin-off of my Mother's day and Father's day stories. As always please review and enjoy.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Pickle asked Jacob. He hadn't spoken a word since he had arrived at Diana's house. Diana wasn't home so they didn't have to worry about her yet. He nodded and Lucille put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you hungry?" she asked him. Jacob nodded eagerly. Mrs. Pickle went into the kitchen to look for some food when she heard the door open. Diana was home. "Nancy! I have great news!" Mrs. Pickle rushed out of the kitchen, but it was too late.
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Diana exclaimed looking at Jacob and Lucille. Mrs. Pickle came in, "Diana, it's not what you think. They need our help." Diana shook her head, "With what?" Lucille stood up from the chair she was sitting up, "We need you to believe we are who we say we are. Do I have to do a DNA test to prove it?" Diana laughed, "Wouldn't work, but you are a great actor." Mrs. Pickle couldn't take in anymore, "This is not an act, Diana. It is real. I have seen it before."
Jacob, Lucille and Diana stared at Mrs. Pickle who sighed, "Yes, people have returned before. There is others at your town, isn't there?" she asked looking at Lucille. Lucille nodded, "I know of about two, not counting Henry who hasn't returned yet." Mrs. Pickle looked at Lucille strangely, "He hasn't returned yet?" Lucille looked at Mrs. Pickle worried, "Is that bad?" Mrs. Pickle shook her head quickly, "No, of course not."
"That plane crash wasn't an accident." Jacob said quietly from his seat. Diana snapped at him, "Like you would know." Jacob stood up, "Diana, do you remember when we used to play hide and go seek and you could never find me?" Diana rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of something in her eyes, "Yes." Jacob shrugged as he sat back down, "I had a vision." Diana looked at him, "What?" Jacob swallowed, "A man killed me."
"Who?"
"I think it was a returned."
"A returned?"
"Yes, like me expect more experienced."
Diana noticed it was raining outside, "You can stay for the night." She walked away. Mrs. Pickle smiled, "I will go and get some food for you two." She left them alone and Lucille put a hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Jacob, you alright?" she asked. Jacob nodded, "I am fine." Lucille nodded too, "Okay, just making sure." Jacob turned to look at her, "What are we going to do?" Lucille smiled, "I think Diana is finally starting to believe us." Jacob smiled but it seemed forced, "Great."
"Don't worry Jacob. We will find out what happened on that plane." Jacob shook his head, "But what if he is going to kill Diana and Mrs. Pickle, too?" Lucille shook her head, "If he was, then he would have done it thirty two years ago." Jacob looked at her, "I know, it's just. He knows I am back. He say so himself that I would be back. Do you think he is looking for me?" Lucille held Jacob close, "If he comes anywhere near you I will stop him from hurting you." Jacob smiled, "What about Dad?"
"Dad will be home soon. We just need to talk to that man again." Jacob shivered, "I don't think we can trust that man. He seemed off like he didn't really want to help us." Lucille stared at Jacob, "How did you figure that out?" Jacob shrugged, "I don't know. I felt it." Lucille sighed, "Another mystery. I wonder if Mrs. Pickle may know more about what happened to us." Jacob nodded, "Maybe she knows why Dad didn't come back with us?"
Lucille nodded as Diana came into the room. "I got a bedroom ready for each of you. I don't have any clothes your sizes though." Lucille nodded, "Okay, thanks." Lucille stood up and so did Jacob. "Well are you hungry?" Diana asked standing there nervously leaning against the wall. Lucille replied, "We will have a little to eat, please." Diana nodded then quickly disappeared from sight. A few minutes later, Mrs. Pickle came in. "Pot pies." she declared. Jacob and Lucille were still standing.
"Well sit down and eat." Mrs. Pickle said putting down their pot pies at the small table in the corner of the room. "Thank You, Mrs. Pickle." Lucille said giving her a hug. Mrs. Pickle nodded, "Anything for you two." Later that night, Lucille made sure Jacob took a bath, then headed into her room. It was a nice room. It had a bed, a dresser, it's own bathroom, a great view and a television. Lucille was worried. Could she had been alive and perfectly normal if someone hadn't sabotaged the plane? Did someone sabotage the plane?
Her breath quickened and she sat down on the bed. She had calm down. Happy thoughts, she told herself. It was what she has always told herself when she freaked out, but this was bigger. This was giant. Lucille laid down in her bed and pulled the covers over her. Breath normally. She closed her eyes. "Mom?" Lucille jumped. "Jacob?" She asked looking around. The room was too dark to see. "Mommy, I heard a noise in the cargo area downstairs." Jacob said coming out from the dark.
"Jacob, what cargo area?" The light flickered on. "Woah." Lucille said looking around. "Mom, I am going down to the cargo area. I forgot my soldier." Lucille grabbed him, "Jacob, you shouldn't go down there." Lucille was on the airplane. The airplane that was sabotaged. "Bye, Mom." Jacob walked away. Lucille screamed, "Don't! No, Jacob!" She couldn't move. "I killed him." A man came out a luggage place. "You! I know who you are!" Lucille yelled. "Sorry, Lucille, but this has to happened. The baby must never be born." Lucille woke up.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jacob asked his mother. Lucille screamed, "Don't do it, Jacob!" Tears fell down her face. "Mom, don't do what?" Jacob asked sitting on her bed. "Nothing, Jacob. It was a dream." Lucille replied realizing it was all a dream. She wiped her tears away. "Mom, did you dream about the plane crash?" Lucille nodded and Jacob hugged her. "Oh, Jacob." Lucille said hugging him close. "Mom, it will be okay." Jacob said. Lucille nodded.
The next morning, Jacob had fell asleep in his mom's arms. "Morning." Mrs. Pickle said walking in. "Good morning." Jacob said jumping up full of energy. "Mom! Wake up!" Jacob yelled shaking Lucille who sat up. "I wasn't sleeping anyway." Mrs. Pickle frowned, "Something happened last night?" Lucille breathed in quickly, "Yes." Mrs. Pickle mouth's widen, "Oh no." Jacob froze, "What?"
Mrs. Pickle grunted, "Did the rats go in your room, Jacob?" Jacob looked confused, "Rats?" Mrs. Pickle sighed in relief, "Oh. I thought..." Lucille nodded, "Yeah. It wasn't rats. Just a dream." Jacob muttered, "Nightmare." Mrs. Pickle's eyes widen, "Nightmare? About the plane crash?" Lucille nodded again, "Exactly." she didn't say anymore. "Okay. Anyone hungry?"
"Me! Me! Me!" Jacob said jumping up and down on the bed. "Okay, I got pancakes and bacon." Jacob jumped off the bed, "Yay!" He raced out of the room. "You want to sleep longer?" Mrs. Pickle asked Lucille who shook her head. "No, I am good. Returns don't really sleep. By the way I am sorry about the other day. The day I thought you were all acting." Mrs. Pickle smiled, "It's fine. I am a returned too."
"What do you mean she is pregnant?" Janine asked for the second time. Tom didn't reply at first as he sat down in his office at the church. "Quiet, Janine please. We don't want you know who spreading rumors." Janine ignored him, "You are having me believe that she came back from the dead! It's obviously you had an affair!" There was a knock on the door and Helen came in, "Oh. I didn't realize you were here Janine." she said lying.
"What do you need, Helen?" Tom asked. Helen smiled, "Just wanted to ask your opinion a fundraiser we are doing. The one for orphans." Tom nodded, "Oh okay." Tom looked at Janine, "Can we talk about this later?" Janine stood up, "Helen, maybe I can help you with the fundraiser?" Helen nodded, "If Tom isn't up for it." Tom stood up, "Whatever you want to do Janine." Janine forced a smile, "We can talk about this later then." She walked out of the room with Helen and Tom sighed. He knew what Janine was up to. She knew that she was going to tell Helen about Rachel. He had to find Rachel.
Tom stood up and grabbed his stuff. He headed to the hotel. When inside he went directly down the hall where had seen Rachel before. Trying to remember he knocked on a door and it opened up. Rachel was standing there in a robe. "Tom?" she looked surprised. "Rachel." Tom said. "I am so sorry, Tom. I can't believe what I did. I can't believe I did it." She started to cry. Tom just stared at her, he loved her. He really did love her, but why did she kill herself. "Why, Rachel?" Tom asked he wanted a reason any reason.
"I didn't plan it. I didn't. I don't know..." Tom shook his head, "I thought you were happy. I spend years blaming myself." Rachel shook her head this time, "No, Tom. Don't blame yourself. It is all my fault. I killed myself and this baby. I won't make that mistake again, I promise. Just please help me." Tom didn't know what to said. Could he help Rachel even though she had killed herself and a not even born baby. "I can't help you. My wife thinks I had an affair. You are ruining my marriage." Tom walked away from Rachel who was still crying.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We will see what happens with Mrs. Pickle being a returned and I am thinking about making a story for Grandparent's Day, not sure yet. So please tell me what you think.