Author's Note: I am sorry if I don't post my father's day spinoff story soon. I have a lot of homework these days, still surprised I made time to write this chapter. This chapter gets interesting. Lots of things happened.

"We had to check up on you." the government agent said. Marty shuffled his feet, "I quit the job." The government agent who had a name tag that said Phil answered, "Not formally, we are to escort you to a meeting." Marty crossed his arms, "What if I refuse to come?" Phil raised an eyebrow, "You know the drill. We arrest you for not cooperating." Marty crossed his arms, "Can I at least finish my breakfast?" Phil nodded, "Five minutes." He walked out of Marty's apartment. Marty sighed as he sat down and looked around the room. He couldn't tell the government anything about Jacob. Marty looked briefly at his breakfast, but he wasn't that hungry.

He grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket. He headed outside, no use in trying to run away from them. Phil stood next to a black van, his face neutral. He opened the back door for Marty who got in. The van must have held prisoners since it had bars to separate the back from the front. Phil started to drive, "So... are we going all the way to Chicago?" Phil didn't answer as he continued driving. "Okay." Marty said sighing. The windows were too dark to see out of.

"These are good, Mrs. Pickle." Jacob said eating pancakes as Mrs. Pickle and Lucille walked in. Mrs. Pickle smiled, "Thank You, Jacob." Lucille stared at Mrs. Pickle, "Are you going to tell me how you returned?" Mrs. Pickle sighed. Jacob's eyes were wide, "Mrs. Pickle is a returned?" Mrs. Pickle nodded, "Yes, Jacob. I am." Diana walked into the room. "Did you know Mrs. Pickle was a returned?" Jacob asked her.

Diana's eyes widen then she laughed, "Mrs. Pickle did not return from the dead." Mrs. Pickle shook her head, "Yes, I did, Diana." Diana stared at her, "What? But returning from the dead is impossible." Mrs. Pickle put a hand on Diana's shoulder, "No, it is not. I returned before you were even born." Diana shook her head, "No, that is impossible." Mrs. Pickle ignored her, "I was born in 1932. When I was six I was killed by soldiers going through the villages killing everyone. I woke up in 1954 in India. I had no clue what happened or where I was. I asked anyone and everyone to help me home. When I got home, I was told my whole family included me were killed. I was taken in by a nice woman named Ms. Reed. She took care of me until I was eighteen. Then I started to look for jobs. And I found one near here working as a daycare assistance. Five years later I came here."

No one spoke. Mrs. Pickle sat down, "I know it is a lot to take in, but it is all true. I think the connection is Arcadia. The city. I was born there, but never lived there." Jacob spoke up, "I think more are coming." Mrs. Pickle nodded, "I know." Jacob stood up, "We met this man, who told us if we brought him two returns he would bring Dad back." Mrs. Pickle shook her head, "Don't trust this man. Don't trust him. He may be evil." Lucille swallowed, "Okay. Okay. So does this mean Henry is coming back?" Mrs. Pickle sighed, "I don't know, Lucille. I don't know."

Diana bit her lip, "Lucille. Jacob. Can you go? I really can't deal with this right now. I have cancer." Lucille gasped, "What? Diana!" She hugged Diana. Diana shrugged her off, "I am in remission." Mrs. Pickle smiled, "Really? That is great!" She jumped up and hugged Diana too. Diana shook her head, "Please get out, Lucille." Diana got up and headed upstairs. "I am so happy." Mrs. Pickle said, "Diana has been so stressed and I have been. I can't believe it. I am so happy." Lucille breathed in a deep breath, "I can't believe Diana had cancer."

Jacob stood up, "Mom, I am scared." Lucille hugged him, "It's going to be okay." She looked up at Mrs. Pickle, "We should leave." Mrs. Pickle nodded, "Do you want me to pack you something to eat?" Lucille shook her head, "No, we will be fine. But we don't have enough money for the bus..." Mrs. Pickle smiled, "Don't worry I have money." Mrs. Pickle got up and left the room. "Mom, what are we going to do?" Lucille shrugged, "Maybe we can meet your cousin." Jacob smiled, "Max?" Lucille slowly shook her head, "Maggie."

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Lucille and Jacob stood in front of their house, well their old house. Since it now belonged to Fred. Jacob stared up at the home, "Mom?" Lucille looked at him, "Yes, Jacob?"

"Maggie won't remember me, will she?" Lucille sighed, "Probably not." Jacob frowned, "Okay." Lucille rang the doorbell, "Coming!" they heard someone yell. The door was opened by Maggie. She had a coat in her arms. "Oh, hello, again." she said surprised to see them. "Hello, Maggie." Lucille said smiling. Maggie blinked furiously, "How do you know my name?" Lucille sighed, "It's a long story." Maggie nodded, "Do you want to come in?" Lucille nodded and Jacob spoke, "Maggie, do you remember me?"

Maggie bit her lip, "I um… don't think so." Jacob looked down at his shoes as Lucille led him inside. Maggie went into the kitchen as Lucille and Jacob sat down. "It's looks the same." Jacob said looking around. Lucille smiled, "I guess they didn't want to change it."

"I brought you some lemonade," Maggie said setting down some lemonade, "I don't actually live here anymore, so my dad might be home soon." Jacob looked up her, "Uncle Fred?" Maggie shook her head, "No, my dad." Lucille spoke up, "Maggie. You probably don't remember us, but I am your aunt and this is your cousin. You don't have to believe me." Maggie sighed, "I believe you. There is another one like you." Jacob smiled, "Marty? He is awesome." Maggie looked at him oddly, "No, it was a woman name Rachel…"

Lucille took a sip of her lemonade, "Oh. Yes, Rachel. She was a friend of Jacob's." Maggie nodded, "Oh, so um… you died in a plane crash." Lucille nodded, "Yes, though we are starting to figure out it may have not been accident." Maggie's eyes widen, "What do you mean?" Jacob spoke up before his mother could, "I have a dream about what happened. There was man who…" Jacob didn't finish his sentence. Lucille nodded, "Yeah. Enough about us. I want to know everything about my niece!"

Maggie smiled, "Well, I am a doctor…" Lucille interpreted her, "A doctor! Wow." Maggie just continued smiling, "Yeah. I could do a check up on you two if you want." Lucille smiled, "Thanks. So how is your dad?" Maggie grunted, "Okay. He hasn't been the same since the plane crash." The door was heard unlocked and opened. "Oh no!" Maggie muttered. "Maggie! Are you here?"

Fred came into the room and fire seemed to appear in his eyes when he saw Lucille and Jacob, "HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" Jacob swallowed as he stared at his uncle. Maggie answered quickly, "I let them in." Fred shook his head, "Stop messing with my family." Fred didn't even look Maggie as he added, "Maggie, please leave." Maggie shook her head and didn't leave.

"That wasn't a request." Fred said turned to look at her. Maggie sighed as she picked up her bag, "I am not a kid anymore." she left the house. Fred took out a pair of handcuffs, "Stand up." he told Lucille. Lucille busted out laughing, "Fred…" she started. Fred grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up from the couch. Then he spun her around and handcuffed her. Jacob looked on in shock.

Jacob didn't understand why his uncle was arrested his mom. Fred looked at Jacob who was still staring at him, but he had a soft spot for him. "Come on." he told Jacob as he began to walk to the door as Jacob followed him, he began telling Lucille her rights. "What a nice brother in law you are." Lucille said sarcastically furious. All she wanted to do was meet her niece and get to know her.

Fred put her in the back of the police car and Jacob on the other side. "Mom." Jacob whispered looking at his mother as Fred walked to the other side of the car to get in the driver's seat. "Don't worry Jacob. We will figure out this mess." Lucille reassured him. Fred got into his seat, "Uncle Fred, why is my mom being arrested?" Fred ignored him as he turned on the radio. Lucille gave Jacob a reassuring smile as Fred pulled away from the house. Fred tried not to look at the people in his backseat. They chose to get into his life and play this game. They were messing with his daughter, so they needed justice.

Though when he looked into Jacob's eyes, he just saw his nephew. He looked at Lucille to see if he felt the same, but it was Lucille. They had always had their differences, not this was Lucille. He loved Lucille like a sister, since she was Henry's wife. Lucille is dead now, along with his brother so these people couldn't possibly be them. Fred pulled into the police station and parked his car. "Paul!" he called to a police officer.

Paul walked over, "Yeah, Fred?" Fred narrowed his eyes into the backseat, "I picked up some folks who have been causing some problems." Paul nodded, "Okay." He began opening up the door to get Jacob and Lucille out. When Paul saw an eight-year old child, he turned to ask Fred about him, but Fred had already went into the station. "Ugh, Fred. Do you know why you were arrested, Ma'am?" Paul asked Lucille as he helped her out.

Lucille rolled her eyes, "For being his sister in law." Paul looked at her oddly, "His sister in law died thirty-two years ago." Lucille nodded, "I know." Jacob got out behind his mother, "Are you a friend of my uncle's?" Jacob asked Paul. Paul sighed, "Identity thieves." He grabbed Jacob's hand and whispered in his ear, "Your mom has been teaching you bad things. It is bad to stole people's identities." Jacob looked at the man, "But my mom is a great mom." Paul looked at Lucille who was leaning against the car still handcuffed. "No, no she isn't." Jacob fell to the ground and it looked like he was having seizure.

"Janine, please." Tom said as Janine threw her stuff into her suitcase. "You had an affair!" Janine shouted. Tom sighed, "I already told you, I would never do that to you. This is a girl from by past." Janine ignored him as tears fell down her face, "Helen is right. You couldn't wait, could you?" Tom looked confused, "Wait for what?" Janine shouted in his face, "For me to have a baby!" Tom shook his head, "I am waiting patiently." Janine finished packing up her stuff, "It's over Tom. I am going to my sister's."

Tom sighed, "Janine, please. It's been over for twelve years since she killed herself." Janine threw her lipstick at Tom who ducked. "She is still alive apparently." Tom stared at the lipstick on the ground, "Look it up! She drove off the road." Janine grabbed her suitcase and headed towards the front door. "I will be sending divorce papers." She left the house and slammed the door shut behind her.

Tom grunted as he fell onto his couch, "Why…" His phone rang and he picked it up, "Hello?" It was Rachel, "Tom, I know you don't want to talk to me but…" Tom hung up. Tom headed out of the house and got into his car. Janine had already left, the only thing that remained of her had the house now was her angel with a baby figurine that sat in the window.

He was going to find Jacob and Lucille. They must know something about this returned business. As he pulled out of his driveway, he saw Helen watching from inside her car. What was she doing here? Tom pulled over to where her car was and got out. "Helen?" he asked going over to her window. Helen smiled, "Hello, Tom." Tom stared at her for a moment, "What are you doing here?" Helen answered still smiling, "Just wanted to see if it was true. Did you have an affair? Who is the woman?" Tom's eyes widen, "Janine told you this."

Helen nodded, "Yep." Tom began to walk away, "So much for a Pastor! You are supposed to be following God, not random women!" Tom ignored her as he got into his car and drove away towards the church. Helen was partly right, he needed to talk to God. Ask him what was going.

He hung up on her. Rachel stared at the phone. She was a horrible person. She had killed not only her, but a not yet born baby. How could she be so cruel? Rachel shook her head, "I don't deserve to live." She looked down at her tummy, but what about her baby. Rachel sighed, what if this baby ended up like her? She got up from her hotel bed and walked over to the window. She was on the third floor. Rachel jumped.

Author's Note: I hope you liked this chapter, a little crazy. Please review and I will try to finish writing the first chapter for my other story. That will delay this story for a little bit though, just so you all know.