Installment 2:

Lindsey’s Revelation

By: Stacy L.

PART VI

Lindsey began wondering if she should call Alex to talk with him about the robbery. He said he'd call to check on her. Should she bother him? She looked at her bedside clock and decided not to disturb him yet. It was still very early and most people preferred to sleep in on a Sunday morning...most people, except those who really don't have much of a choice in the matter.

She laid the paper down and started making herself breakfast. Eggs sounded good so she quickly made some up then sat down to eat. She looked at the cat, still lapping at the milk like he hadn't been fed in a week. She shook her head again wondering if the cat could possibly have a connection with the paper. Yesterday she had heard a meow followed by a thunk. When she had checked outside her door to discover that the cat was there WITH the newspaper and this morning that same cat had been lying on top of the newspaper. Was the cat somehow connected with the mysterious paper? She had no idea.

She looked away from the cat taking another bite of her eggs as her eyes scanned across the newspaper now folded in half lying on the corner of her table. Her mind wandered...the paper came to her two days in a row so did that mean she was now stuck with it? Would it just keep coming to her? And if so, why? Why her? There were hundreds of other people in Chicago that paper could've gone to so out of all of those hundreds why did the paper arrive on HER doorstep? Why didn't it go to the room down the hall or to the manager? Why did she get it? She had no answers, so she decided to stop wondering.

Her mind again flew back to the robbery. What reason would someone have to want to rob a store? What type of person could kill four innocent people without thinking twice about it? What on earth was wrong with people today? Why did people always resort to violence if something didn’t go their way? What kind of a person would attempt to rob a store? She’d have to think of what kind of an approach to take to get the guy to reconsider his actions. Did he need money that badly that he was willing to kill to get it or was this robbery just a spur of the moment decision? It certainly didn't sound planned in the paper. The guy panics when an alarm is sounded. Now if the guy had been planning the robbery wouldn't he know about the alarm and expect the storeowner to set it off? Whatever the reason was she had to figure out how to stop it. She had to do something.

She finished up her eggs then washed her dishes. Determining that it was still too early to call Alex she decided to stock up her cupboards and refrigerator. She wanted to stay here for a while at least...even if being in the room was the only reason she was getting the newspaper. She really liked it here and really felt comfortable here so it was about time she added some flare to the place. Boswell had told her if she wanted to take up residence here the manager would probably allow her to, but she never did give him an answer. What she didn't realize was that Boswell already talked with the manager about her wanting to take up residence and the manager had already okayed it. Boswell knew when he saw her on the street the other night that she belonged here. He just sensed she did.

Lindsey went to a local grocery store and began shopping for food. She glanced at the cat food aisle planning, originally, to keep on going but she had a feeling the cat would be staying with her so she bought cat food. After she paid for her groceries she headed...home. She entered her room then started to put the groceries away. The cat was lounging lazily on her couch. She smiled then said, "You look mighty cozy on my couch, cat. So are you planning on staying with me awhile?"

The cat rowled as if to reply yes then again laid its head on her couch and closed its eyes. She thought that maybe she should give the cat a name but any name she could think of just didn't fit. She decided that she’d continue calling it cat until she found a name that would best suit her new feline friend.

After she put everything away she went over to one of the windows that looked out onto the roof. It looked as if she could just climb right out of the window onto the roof. Without further consideration she threw the window open completely and stepped out of it onto the hotel roof. She then walked over to the edge and looked out. Wow was all she could utter. You could see the whole city from up here...this would be so nice as a porch or something. She could get a nice patio table and sit it out here with chairs... You could probably see all the stars in the night sky from out here. She made a quick mental note to come out in the dark some night to test that little theory.

She lost track of time as she watched the city from above, glancing at her watch she quickly headed inside. She should call Alex. He had told her he'd call or stop in today to check on her. She started to dial his number when she heard a knock at the door. She went to the door, looking out the peephole before opening it and saying, "I was just dialing your number. How'd you do that, Alex?"

"Timing I guess."

"You guess, uh? Reading my mind maybe? Come on in, Alex."

"Sure. How are you doing today, Lin?"

"Good."

"Good, is that all?"

She walked casually over to the table, picked up the folded newspaper that lay upon it, walked back to him and dropped it in his lap. He asked in surprise, "Did it...? Is this...?"

"Yes. It's back again. I guess you were right when you said I'd get it today."

"So what are you going to do with it?"

"Well for now, exactly what you told me to do."

"Which is?"

"Whatever I can. I may be stuck with this paper awhile. I could run from it..."

"Yes you could."

"But I don't feel like running."

"Are you sure you want to mess with this thing?"

"No but how long does it take before you become sure of anything, Alex?"

"But what if it comes tomorrow and you need to leave work to stop something?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I think I'll just see what happens tomorrow. I'm taking things one day at a time."

"So is there anything...?"

Lindsey turned away from him. Should she tell him about the robbery? He'd worry excessively if she did, but she couldn't lie to him so...

Alex interrupted her thoughts as he spoke her name. She looked back at him asking, "What?"

"Tell me what's in that paper today."

She fell silent again so he picked the newspaper up off of his lap and began scanning it. Lindsey, immediately, yanked it out of his hands then wondered why on earth she did so. Alex looked up at her with that infinite patience of his written all over his face. She knew stubbornness when she saw it and Alex was making a stand. Now he wouldn't leave until he had a straight answer. When she grabbed the paper from him he knew that there was something in that paper she didn't want him to see. Lindsey spoke up first as she said, "I'm sorry, Alex. I shouldn't have grabbed the paper from you."

"Very unlike you Lin, so care to fill me in on why you took it?"

"Look Alex, there's nothing you need to worry about. I can handle this."

"Handle what?"

"The problem."

"Lin, tell me what the article said."

"What article?"

"The one you're so worried about."

"Nothing. It's just a..."

"Yes Lin?"

"A...robbery..."

"Okay, a robbery? That doesn't sound so bad so..."

She was looking guilty, as if she still held something from him. What wasn't she saying? He admitted he was a worrier. He worried all the time, especially about Lindsey and especially since her husband had been killed. He always viewed Lindsey as a sister. He was very protective of her. Lindsey was also pretty much the only family he had left. Oh, he had his mom and his stepfather, but they didn't know him as well as Lindsey did. He could tell Lindsey anything. The two were best friends all of their lives. They could read each other’s thoughts at times, and they could always tell when something was bothering the other. Apparently something about that robbery was now bothering Lindsey and he wasn't leaving until she told him exactly what that something was.

Alex prodded gently, "Lin, what aren't you saying? Come on. I can tell you're omitting something. Please tell me."

"Well the robbery...is armed."

"An armed robbery?"

"Yes and..."

"And what?"

"If I don't stop it...four people will die today."

"How? They get shot during the robbery don't they?"

She nodded her head slightly yes then showed him the article. He scanned it then said, "Lindsey, this sounds dangerous. What if something goes wrong? What if you become a victim?"

"I thought of that but... Alex, if what you said is true. If I was some how selected to receive this... Why would I die after only getting two issues of it? You said so yourself that something wants me to change these headings. Now if that's true then why would the paper lead me to my death?"

"It wouldn't."

"Alex, I know this is dangerous but I also know I can't just forget I read it. I have to do whatever I can to help those people."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"No, no I don't want you there."

"You can't keep me away. I'm coming."

"But Alex..."

“I'm going."

She looked at him and saw how determined he was to go with her. She had no choice but to accept his aid, so she hesitantly caved.

Alex then questioned, "Want to grab a bite to eat?"

"But the paper..."

"The robbery doesn't happen until this afternoon...late this afternoon. Come on Lin. I know this nice place where we can relax a little and get a good meal."

"Fine."

* * * *

He took her to a local tavern. Upon seeing where he was taking her Lindsey hissed, "Alex, this is a bar."

"Yeah, I know."

"I hate bars. All those fights and..."

"This is a clean bar. Trust me. I hang out here all the time. The place has quite a big reputation. It's a bar slash restaurant. Come on. You'll love this place."

She looked up at the green and gold sign above the door: McGinty's, an interesting name for a bar. Alex held the door open for her and she entered gasping in shock at the interior. She didn't know what to expect but it sure wasn't all the fine woodwork and the beautiful lay out of the place. The bar looked a little bit too...ritzy for a bar. The trim and woodwork was polished to a gleaming shine and the place was very clean. People sat around chatting while others were eating and drinking.

This was a classy bar. She could see why Alex liked it so much.

Alex smiled as he questioned, "Well, what do you think?"

"I think...I like it. It's really nice."

"This is one of the best places on the map. Great food, great people, great atmosphere..."

A young woman approached them saying, "Hello, would you two like to be seated?"

"Yes please a booth would be nice."

"Right this way."

She seated them then said, "My name’s Megan and I'll be your waitress this afternoon. Would you like to start off with a drink?"

Alex requested a soda and so did Lindsey. He watched her as she continued to survey the place. She muttered, "Wow. I love this place."

"I kind of figured you would."

"How long have you been coming here?"

"Couple years actually."

"How long has this place been here?"

"Oh, a long time. It used to be a local hang out for mobsters back in the 1920s."

"You're lying to me."

"No I'm not. Honestly."

She looked at him then asked, "Tell me about this place."

"Well, I don't know a whole lot of its history."

"Then how do you know it used to be a local hang out for mobsters?"

"Stories...this old bar has been here forever. Can you imagine all the things this place has seen and heard?"

"So who owns it?"

"I don't know for sure. I heard that the place recently exchanged hands though. Some man owned it. Rumor has it the bar was given away."

"Given away? Who would give a bar away?"

"I don't rightly know, Lin."

"Then how do you know it was given away?"

"Rumors. It's a bar. People are always talking and always telling stories."

"So why did the former owner give the place away?"

"How am I supposed to know? Maybe he was just a really nice guy."

"Did you hear anything else about this place?"

"They say that the former owner challenged the new owner to a game of pool. He bet the man. He told the man if he won then he'd give him the deed to this place."

"So what happened?"

"The former owner lost."

"Oh how horrible, to lose your bar in a pool game."

The waitress caught the tail end of their conversation. She smiled at Alex asking, "Telling her what happened to this place?"

"Yes."

Lindsey questioned, "Is it true that the former owner lost this place in a pool game?"

"Yes."

"That's horrible. He lost everything because he gambled."

"Actually... Never mind."

"What? Please tell me."

"The new owner is Daniel Sullivan. He's sure that the previous owner deliberately lost that game of pool that night. He bet his bar because he knew that his time was near."

"What?"

"Yep."

"What else? Tell me."

"Well all right, I don't suppose there's anything wrong with me telling you what happened."

Lindsey perked up. She loved stories especially true stories. She was curious as to why someone would willingly give up a bar that, from the looks of things, was doing a great business.

Megan smiled as she remembered that day. She had witnessed Mister Hobson deliberately lose that game of pool. She had known him for years and always knew what a great man he was. He never thought of himself; he only thought of others. He was the nicest man she had ever met. She remembered he’d always be going somewhere, always in a hurry. She wondered when the poor man ever slept. He never lost his beautiful soul or his loving heart. No matter what happened Mister Hobson always remained a loving, caring, warm-hearted person.

The morning that Mister Hobson had bet his bar on a pool game he had called her to his office. He had told her that he’d soon be moving on with his life and that it was time he passed his bar on to somebody. Mister Hobson had no children, so he asked her if she wanted the bar. She refused him and told him to give it to somebody who really needed the place. He told her that he had a feeling she’d refuse his offer. She was a rich man's daughter who chose to work because she wanted to, not because she had to. She had turned to leave his office that day when he had picked up that paper of his he always carried with him. He had said her name and she had turned back. Mister Hobson smiled at her explaining that he knew who would get the bar and told her a story of a man who would always keep his home open to the homeless. He would always make special trips around the city offering aid and food to the homeless and the lost. He would always give money to charity and was always willing to lend someone a helping hand. The man had been conned out of his home and his life savings. He had lost everything and became one of those homeless people he had always helped. Mister Hobson knew where the man was staying. He had told her that he’d bring that man here somehow and when the man arrived challenge him to a game of pool putting this place up as a bet. He told her that if she decided to leave he’d understand. But if she chose to stay and work for the new owner that she just help him out with the books and inventory. His friend, Miss Clark, was part owner of the bar herself and she had agreed to allow Mister Hobson to pass on the bar. She had agreed with him that it was time.

Miss Clark left Chicago with her husband Emmett. She stayed for Mister Hobson's funeral and only a few days afterwards her and Emmett headed for Indiana. They were going to Hickory, Indiana to visit Mister Hobson's childhood home. Miss Clark had been extremely upset with Mister Hobson's death but she kept saying that she knew Mister Hobson wasn't completely gone. His spirit still remained here on earth. He was here to watch over someone very special. Megan didn't want to believe that Mister Hobson was still around watching over those who needed watched, but she some how knew that he was still around. Mister Hobson's body may have died, but his beautiful soul lived on.

She had been so shocked when she had attended his funeral. There were tons of people there. She had wondered how Mister Hobson had even known all of those people. It was as if the whole city of Chicago came out to bid farewell to a wonderful man. Many talked after the funeral of when Mister Hobson saved a girl from drowning, when he prevented a woman and her son from being shot and killed, of how he talked an ex-con out of killing the person who put him in jail, of how he had exchanged his life in a hostage situation so that others could live...on and on the stories went. Some said that he was Chicago's secret samaritan, who didn't like publicity. To honor the memory of such a great man many vowed to keep most of Gary's good deeds silent. They had agreed to keep the mystery of

Gary's life from becoming a media frenzy.

Megan smiled at the young woman sitting at the table looking at her waiting patiently for her to tell the story of how Daniel became the new owner of McGinty's. She decided to keep Mister Hobson's and Miss Clark's names out of the story though. She then began her story:

"The previous owner placed a wager on the pool game. If he won the man owed him nothing, but if he lost the bar would have a new owner. Mister Sullivan took the man up on the bet. He loved to play pool and was curious about the man. The two played pool and Mister Sullivan won. As the former owner had promised he gave Mister Sullivan the deed to this place. Mister Sullivan said he couldn't accept it. The former owner told him that he had won the game fair and square. He told Mister Sullivan to take care of this place and keep it up and running. He told Mister Sullivan that all of the books were in order and all of the information regarding the electricity and supplies was also in order back in the office. Mister Sullivan tried to give the man the deed back. The man laughed gently saying no and that Mister Sullivan won McGinty's. He excused himself saying he was going to the bathroom. Mister Sullivan waited, determined to give the man his bar back. He grew impatient and checked the bathrooms. No one was there. The stranger was gone. Mister Sullivan then went into the office and there lying on the center of the desk was an envelope with his name on it."

"An envelope with his name on it? No way. What did it have in it?"

"A letter. The letter was handwritten and talked of how Mister Sullivan could use McGinty's more than the stranger could. The stranger wrote that Daniel was to take good care of the place and if he ever decided to get rid of the place he would know when the time was right and he would know who to give the place to. The letter was signed simply G.H. No signature, just the initials G.H."

"G.H.? I wonder who G.H. was."

"I don't know. We'll probably never know."

Megan omitted the information about Mister Hobson and that G.H. stood for Gary Hobson. She just didn't feel right about telling these people Mister Hobson's name so she omitted it from her story. Megan glanced at her watch then said, "I'm sorry. Would the two of you like to order?"

They ordered then Megan rushed to put in the order. Lindsey looked at Alex commenting, "Could you imagine...gambling to give a homeless man a home and a job? The former owner of this place must've really been something."

"Yes he was."

"You knew him?"

"I knew of him. He was rarely here when I was. He would come in and talk to that Miss Clark then run out the door again."

"Miss Clark?"

"Yes. She was a gentle soul. She owned half the bar. She must've agreed with him to give the bar away. The two were very good friends."

"Did you ever see him up close?"

"No. I'd always see him come in. I never got a close look at him. He'd run to Miss Clark, exchange some words with her and then run upstairs. When I saw him he was either coming or going. He would always take time out to talk with Miss Clark though. He was a man who seemed to carry the world on his shoulders and Miss Clark... Well, she seemed to be the one who always helped lighten his burden. He'd come in angry, or rushed, or stressed out and she would say a few words to him and get him smiling and laughing again. He always seemed so much better after speaking with her. They were very close..."

"Were they romantically involved?"

"No, no best friends. Miss Clark's married and him, well, I don't know if he had a special someone. The two loved each other and cared deeply for one another, anybody could tell just how close they were. They were the best of friends and the best of companions. They cared deeply for one another and I believe it was partly due to their strong bond of friendship that they brought this place closer. The place, the people are like family here. They treat each other as family and I believe that friendship between Miss Clark and him made that change occur. You could see how close the two were and it made you want to have a friend like that. The people are great here..."

"Well, our waitress sure seems like a nice person."

"Oh, they all are. Everyone that works here is close knit. Those two sure knew how to run a great business. Mister Sullivan seems like he's a very nice man to."

"I thought you never met him."

"I haven't, but I have eyes. He treats his customers like family. I'll tell you one thing when the former owner passed the deed to this place on to Mister Sullivan he passed it on to good hands. He knew what he was doing I guarantee it."

"So you think he deliberately lost that pool game?"

"Wouldn't surprise me. He was always willing to stick his neck out for complete strangers. You remind me a lot of him. The two of you were similar."

"I thought you didn't know the man."

"I didn't but I watch everything. I hear everything. I love this place and I knew you would to. The ambience of this place...I don't know how else to explain it."

Lindsey laughed prompting Alex to question, "What?"

"I can't believe you...getting all emotional about a bar."

"Hey now..."

"I never knew you came here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because...I don't know. Every time I came here I'd look around and knew that you'd love this place."

"Michael would've liked it too."

Alex smiled then replied, "Yeah he would've."

PART VII

Lindsey then fell silent as she again thought about her husband. She spoke up again saying, "Alex?"

"Yes?"

"Will there always be an emptiness in my heart?"

"No, I don't believe so Lindsey."

"So why do I sometimes feel as if I've fallen into this really deep hole and no matter how hard I try I just can't dig myself out?"

Alex gently gripped Lindsey's hand in his own and gave it a squeeze then answered, "In time you'll make it out of that hole and your heart will be complete again."

"But what if, when my heart heals, I...forget him?"

"You won't ever forget him, Lindsey, ever. He’ll always be with you in spirit. He’d want for you to move on with your life."

"But what if... What if I just...can't?"

"You will. You just have to be patient. Healing won't happen over night. It will take time. You will move past this. I promise you."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. You’re a very strong woman. You're just going through a rough spot in your life that's all."

Lindsey glanced down at their now entwined hands. She could feel tears threatening to spill over but she managed to hold them back. She looked up at Alex smiling, but sadness and the strain of holding back tears, was very evident in her smile. She looked at him then commented, "He would've loved this place."

Alex felt his throat clench up on him and a pang of sympathy go right through his heart as he saw those tears in her eyes dangling on the very end of her lashes ready to spill over. He knew how much she was hurting and he vowed to help her through this loss the best he could. He reached up gently cupping her right cheek in his left hand. With his thumb, he gently wiped the tears away just as they spilled over. Lindsey smiled again then said, "Thank you Alex. Thank you for everything."

"Sure. Anytime Lindsey. You know I'm always here for you. All you have to do is call my name and I'll be there."

She nodded her head slightly up and down then said, "I know."

"Feeling better?"

"Yes I am. Thank you again."

Alex nodded his head then removed his hand. He pulled out some tissues and handed her one. She accepted it graciously. She then inquired, "Where's the bathroom in this place?"

Alex showed her so she excused herself. She entered the ladies room and looked at her face in the mirror. She could tell she had been crying so she splashed cool water on her face then blew her nose. Then she again washed her face. As she dried it she focused on the mirror before her and felt her breath catch. Was that a...?

She swore she saw the shadow of a man standing behind her. She jerked her head around staring intently at the spot where moments before she was sure someone had stood, but the room was empty. She rushed to the stalls, throwing open each door to make sure she was alone. She felt on the verge of panic. Then suddenly she heard a voice. She was positive she heard a soft, warm, soothing voice say, "Relax. You have nothing to fear. You're safe. Relax."

The voice was so smooth and so pleasant to hear that she felt her panic rapidly abate. She felt comforting warmth suddenly flow over her and felt totally calm, and totally relaxed, yet again. Had she heard that voice or was it just her imagination? The voice was definitely male, but no one else was with her. She shook her head deciding not to dwell on what she thought she had heard. What ever it was she felt totally calm and totally relaxed. She didn't feel in danger at all. Instead she felt safe, very safe and very protected. Whether that voice was in her mind or...not it provided a soothing balm for her that immediately dispelled any fear and anxiety she had been feeling. She looked in the mirror again feeling much better. She smiled and as she headed out of the restroom she whispered a thank you to whatever had helped her calm down.

Meanwhile, Gary Hobson released the nervous breath he was holding. What the hell were you thinking, Gary? You could've scared her to death! That was really stupid Gar, really stupid! God, what if she had reacted completely the opposite way? She would've never came here again. Lindsey had to return to this place. She just had to. She would return to McGinty's one day when the time was right. Gary you idiot! You could've potentially destroyed her. His mind echoed back 'But you didn't. You helped her.'

Gary had been watching her again. He could feel her sadness and despair. He had known she came here to collect herself and put her depression aside so she could enjoy herself. Gary felt her pain slice at him like a knife, and when he saw her reaction at the mirror he knew that she had seen him again. He was sure she only saw his shadow, but she shouldn't have even seen his shadow. How could she be so aware of him? When he saw her panic as she flung each stall door open he couldn't help himself. He wanted desperately to calm her and to comfort her so he spoke those words. She had heard them. He saw her perking up as his voice filled the room. Immediately her fear abated and Gary silently thanked God for letting his words have the desired affect on her that he had wanted. She was actually smiling as she left the rest room and he was positive that she uttered two words, "Thank you."

Gary again reminded himself of how careful he needs to be around her. He didn't want to harm her in any way. He was here to guide and protect her. He was here to provide her with the strength she would eventually need from him. He knew there would be a time when he would have to confront her, a time when he'd have to show himself to her. There would come several times in her life where he must be there to speak with her. He would have to remind her of all those people she has saved. There would come a time in her life in which she would lose someone, like he had lost Jeremiah. She would lose people as she ran around saving all those in peril. Some she could not save and some she could not help. Gary would be there when those things occurred in her life. He would be there for her when she desperately needed him. But for now, he would just keep a close and protective eye on her.

Lindsey returned to the table. She still couldn't forget that voice she had heard; she knew that voice. She tried to think back through all of the people she has ever met but couldn't remember any one speaking with that voice. She knew that voice but she just couldn't place it. It was so irritating!

Alex looked up at her in concern; he surveyed her. She looked better, more focused. She wasn't as upset as she had been, but she seemed preoccupied by something. Alex inquired, "Lindsey…Lin?"

“What, what Alex?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

“Are you sure?"

"Yes, would you please quite worrying about me so much?"

"Lindsey, you seem so..."

"What?"

"Distant at times that it almost scares me."

"I'm fine Alex. I just have a lot on my mind."

"A lot on your mind?"

"Yes..."

"Lin..."

The waitress brought their food out just then. After she handed them each their plates she asked, "Is there anything else I can do for the two of you?"

"No thank you. We're fine," replied Alex.

"What about you Miss?"

"Oh Romick. I'm sorry I never introduced myself. I'm Miss Romick, but you can just call me Lin or Lindsey."

"Nice to meet you. So what do you think of the place so far?"

"I love it."

"Yes, this place is wonderful. Well, I need to be waiting on my other customers. Enjoy your meal."

"Thank you. We will."

Lindsey watched Megan walk away. She muttered, "I like her. She's so nice..."

"Well, part of her job is to be courteous to the customers."

"I know. You know what's really strange? I feel as if I know her...or about her. I never met her before in my life but there's just something about her, about this place, that feels...familiar."

"What?"

"Forget it Alex. I'm just being silly."

The two fell silent as they ate. Lindsey eventually glanced at her watch then pulled out her newspaper. She read the article on the robbery again carefully then looked at her watch. She glanced up as she felt eyes on her. Megan was watching her intensely a look of surprise on her face. Lindsey immediately folded up the newspaper hoping he waitress didn't see the date on the thing. She questioned, "Can I help you? Excuse me?"

Megan focused on Lindsey. Lindsey inquired, "Are you all right? You looked a little...upset."

"I'm...I'm fine."

"No you're not. Something's wrong. What is it?"

"Nothing."

"Please tell me."

"Nothing it's just that when I saw you looking at that paper then your watch I..."

"What?"

"It reminded me of someone. Someone who recently...died."

"How could...?"

"He always carried a newspaper with him, always, and he would always glance at his watch then back at the paper as if..."

Lindsey felt a creepy feeling envelope her then responded, "As if what?"

"As if there was something in it he had to do...never mind."

"Who was he?"

"Just a friend...a very close friend."

"When...when did he die?"

"Just last week..."

"I'm so sorry..."

"No, no that's all right."

"Are you going to be all right?" Lindsey questioned in sudden concern when she saw tears glistening in the waitress' eyes. Megan answered, "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? If there's anything I can do..."

"There is. Bring him back...he was to good to die."

Lindsey fell silent, remembering Michael. He was also to good to die. She gently grasped the waitress' hand in hers in an attempt to offer some amount of comfort to her for her loss, but she knew that it wasn't enough. Lindsey questioned, "Was he a relative of yours?"

"No. No he was just a very...special person, a very kind person. He was almost like a father to me. I...I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be talking about this. I'm sorry if I ruined your meal. It's just that...you remind me of him. I know that sounds silly but... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I understand exactly how you feel."

"You...you do?"

"Yes...you're not alone."

"Thank you. I better get back to work."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, for now. Thank you for your concern."

Megan turned, walking back to the bar to pick up someone's order of drinks. Lindsey watched her then again checked her watch and the paper. She said, "Look Alex, I'm going to head on over to that store..."

"Now? It's still early."

"I know but...I'm going to the store."

"Lindsey, why don't you wait...?"

"I have to go."

"So soon?"

"Yes. Alex, I still don't know who this gunman is. I have no description, no nothing. All I know is that someone is going to rob that store today and kill four people in the process. If I'm going to prevent this larceny from happening I need to find out who my robber is. I need to find him before he commits this crime and going there is the only thing I can really do."

"And what will you do once you're there, Lindsey? Stop every person on the street and ask them not to rob the place?"

"If I have to. He has to show up at the store before he robs it, so I just have to...be observant. Are you coming or staying, Alex?"

"I'm coming. You know that already."

"Then let's go."

* * * *

They headed to the store with time to spare. The two decided to stake the place out and watch people. Lindsey was about to give up when she saw a teenager standing in an alley. What was he up to? An alley was a strange place for a boy to be. He was just standing there.

Lindsey watched as the boy pulled on a hat. She was about to look away until she saw him pull it down over his face. It was a ski mask. Could this be her robber?

She told Alex she'd be back and started heading across the street stopping halfway there as she thought about what she was doing. What if the boy was just cold and decided to put the mask on to warm his face? What if he just happened to be standing in the alley and was completely innocent of any wrongdoing? What if...?

She saw the boy glance up nervously as two girls, who were giggling, headed his way. He immediately tore the mask off of his face looking around nervously. Lindsey figured the time was now to approach. If the kid was the robber then now would be her best chance to stop him, but if he wasn't than at least Alex would still be in the car watching for the real one. The boy looked to be about sixteen. He had brown hair and looked rather thin.

She made her move rushing over to him just when he began to pull the ski mask back on yelling, "Excuse me?"

The kid looked up at her, startled and scared. She couldn't think of what to say for a moment then spoke out, "I know what you're going to do. Don't do it."

"What?"

The boy looked at her, challenging her comment. This kid had street smarts. He knew how to handle himself. She had to be cautious. She tried again, "Robbing a store will only get you life in prison."

"How would you know if I was even considerin'...?"

"It doesn't matter how I know. I just do. Are you going to stand there and tell me the thought never crossed your mind?"

"Lady, get out of my business before you get yourself hurt."

"Listen. You go in there and attempt to rob that store four people are going to die and their deaths will all be your fault."

"No one's going to get hurt."

"Are you sure about that? Can you honestly tell me no one will get hurt?"

The boy started fidgeting as he became more frustrated confessing, "I need that money."

"So you are planning on robbing the store?"

"I need that money. No one'll give it to me. I need it!"

"Why? What's so important that you're willing to hold up a store?"

The boy casually avoided her question as he said, "Aw, no one'll get hurt. I seen it a dozen times. Go in, wave the gun around and get the cash. It's that simple."

"Listen to me there are better ways to get money."

"No there ain't!"

"How do you know? Have you tried other ways? You could get a job or..."

"It's not enough! That's chump change. I need more."

"Do you need money bad enough that you're willing to kill people to get it, because that's exactly what'll happen if you decide to do this? Why don't you just give me the gun?"

"What gun?"

Lindsey gave him one of those all-knowing looks and the boy immediately dropped his head kicking at an invisible rock. He refused to look back up at Lindsey. She prodded gently, "Give me the gun and we'll see what we can do about your money problem. Trust me."

"Don't trust no one."

"Well, you have to some time. Just give me the gun."

"You'll rat on me."

"No I won't. Please give me the gun so no one gets hurt. Come on."

The boy gave up. The woman seemed so nice and he sensed that he could trust her so he handed her his gun. She smiled saying, "All right now how about we go get you something to eat then you can tell me about your money problem."

"You mean it? You'll help me?"

"I'm sure going to try. Come on. My friend's waiting for me in his car. Let's go."

The boy walked ahead of her. Lindsey pulled out the paper and immediately perused it. She sighed and sent up a silent prayer of thanks when she saw a new heading where the robbery heading had just been moments before. She then turned back to the boy asking, "What's your name?"

"Anthony."

"Nice to meet you, Anthony. My name is Lindsey and this is my friend Alex. Alex, I wanted to get him something to eat."

Alex agreed and drove to a nearby restaurant. He went to the bathroom while Lindsey watched the kid eat. He ate as if he was starving prompting her to question, "When was the last time you ate?"

"Don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

"Nope."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dad's in Ohio. Mom's here in Chicago."

"So why were you going to rob that store?"

"I need money."

"For what?"

"I just need it."

"Anthony, I can't help you if you don't answer me. What was the money for?"

Anthony fell silent again. He continued eating his food, staring at the table. She thought he wasn't going to answer her question when he spoke up, "My sister...she needs medicine."

"But your mom..."

"My mom's not good at keeping money."

"What does she do with it?"

"She blows it...on anything but us."

"Anthony, I'm sure that's not true."

"It is. She uses all the money she gets for her drugs. She sells whatever she can get her hands on to buy her drugs. She doesn't care about us. She only cares about her damned heroin."

Alex overheard that part of the boy's story and looked at Lindsey in concern. He then sat down silently allowing the boy to continue.

Lindsey felt for the boy and again prodded gently hoping to keep him talking. She questioned, "How old is your sister?"

"Eight."

"And how old are you?"

"Sixteen..."

"And your mother?"

"She's worthless. She doesn't do anything but her drugs. My sister needs medicine. She's really sick."

“Where is she?"

"At home."

"With your mother?"

He nodded his head yes. Lindsey asked, "What's she sick from?"

"I don't know. She's really sick. She's having problems. She needs medicine to help her breath and to help her get better."

"Does she get winded a lot? Does she have moments where she can't breath very well?"

The boy nodded his head yes. Then said, "I talk to her and calm her down. Help her breath easier, but I know she needs medicine. Her breathing fits are closer together. Look ma'me, I have to go."

"We'll take you home if you'd like."

The boy nodded his head in agreement. They then headed to his home.

* * * *

The two drove the boy to the area he had indicated. Lindsey nearly gasped out loud at the place. It was a condemned building. The windows were boarded shut and paint was peeling off of the walls. She asked, "You live here?"

"Yes. Come on in."

Lindsey followed. He led her through a gray dingy hall to a room. She could hear someone coughing. The boy immediately broke into a run. Lindsey followed the boy and was shocked to find him holding a young girl. He was whispering to her trying to calm her. She was wheezing.

Lindsey said, "She needs to see a doctor."

"We don't have no money."

"I'll pay for the bill. Come on."

"But mom..."

The girl choked out, "She never came home. She's been gone all day."

Lindsey kneeled before the girl saying, "Shh sweetie, don't talk. We're going to get you some help. How does that sound?"

"Tony who's she?"

"She's a friend, Ashton. She's going to help us."

"Where'd ya' meet her?"

Anthony looked at Lindsey nervously. He didn't want his sister to know he ran in to her at the store he was going to steal from.

Lindsey smiled at the girl then answered, "At the store, sweetie. He wanted to buy some medicine but didn't have any money so I helped him out."

Ashton looked at her brother then said, "She's nice," before she was again wracked with violent coughs.

Lindsey's heart nearly broke as she heard the small child struggling just to pull air into her lungs. How old had her brother said she was? Eight? The girl looked only about five. She was so small. She looked like she ate more than her brother though.

Lindsey spoke up, "Let's get you to a hospital, all right sweetie?"

Ashton nodded and Lindsey scooped her up. Anthony refused to let his sister out of his sight. He stuck right near her as Lindsey found her way back outside through the maze of scattered boxes, torn clothes and shredded mattresses. Newspapers and debris were scattered all through out the place. The building was no place for children to be living in. She wondered what kind of a mother would leave her children live in such filth and such a dangerous environment. The boy had said his mother was a heroin addict who gave every last penny of their money to drug dealers in order to satisfy her dependency. Lindsey hated to think of what all these kids had been through and had been exposed to. No wonder the boy was going to rob a store.

Lindsey hoped and prayed that these two children had a father who cared for them. If she had anything to do about it these children would not be coming back to this horrid place.

She headed to Alex's car then said, "She needs a hospital, Alex. I think she has asthma. She also feels very hot...probably a fever."

"Get in."

With that said Alex drove to the nearest hospital.

* * * *

When they arrived at the hospital Lindsey called for a nurse. Once the girl went back to be examined Lindsey turned to the boy. He looked very scared and frightened. He was just staring at the wall. She immediately went over to him and kneeled before him saying, "Anthony, your sister's going to be fine. The doctors just want to look at her and help her. She'll be fine, you'll see."

"I shouldn't have left her. She hates being alone."

"You were trying to help her."

"I can't believe mom left Ashton alone. I can't believe it! She knows how my sister gets. She panics and her breathing starts acting up. I can't believe she left her!"

"Maybe your mother had something she needed to do."

"Yeah, get more drugs."

Lindsey could tell this young man held a lot of anger inside himself at his mother. Lindsey wasn't sure what to say next so she decided to ask about the boy's father again. She said, "Where is your father? Why isn't he here?"

"He didn't want us."

"Who told you that?"

"Mom. She said he didn't want us so he just left."

"What was his name?"

"Brandon Maxwell."

"Are you sure he doesn't want you?"

"Mom said so."

"Have you ever tried to contact him?"

"Yes, but he never bothered to respond. Then we got kicked out of our apartment and ended up in that house. The house has no heat or electric. Dad hasn't bothered to even search for Ashton and me."

"Are you sure he lives in Ohio?"

"Yep in Akron with his girlfriend Melissa. Miss Lindsey..."

"Just Lindsey."

"Are you sure Ashton will be alright?"

"Yes I'm sure. The doctors will help her."

Lindsey sat down beside the boy. He looked at her then asked, "How'd you know I was going to hold up that place?"

"I saw you in the alley…"

"Are you going to tell my sister?"

"No. No honey, I won't tell her."

"Thanks Miss Lindsey."

"Sure."

They waited for the doctors to come out and give them an update. Lindsey managed to pull Alex off to the side and asked him to try to locate the father. Alex said that he would. She thanked him then returned to the boy's side. He wasn't really a boy; he was a young adult. But every time Lindsey looked at him and saw how frail and thin he was she would see him as a boy. She could tell he hadn't been eating much and after the doctor checked him he had reported to her that the boy was malnourished and partially dehydrated.

She lifted her head as the doctor came out informing, "Good news. Your sister's going to be just fine, Anthony."

Anthony jumped excitedly to his feet, his whole face alight as he asked, "SHE IS? Can I see her?"

"Sure you can. She's resting now but go ahead in and sit with her."

Anthony went to his sister's room then the doctor turned to Lindsey. He said, "It's good you found her when you did. She's suffering from a normal cold, but she had some extra fluid in her lungs. She would've eventually came down with pneumonia and most likely...died as a result. She has asthma, as well. I'm subscribing an inhaler for her. She'll need to use it several times a day. She’s healthy otherwise."

"Was she malnourished?"

"No, no she wasn't. She told me that her brother rarely ate. He would always give her the food. He was giving her any food he could find and not taking any for himself."

"So that's why he's so malnourished?"

"Yes. He'll be fine when he gets on a regular diet. Have you located any of their parents yet?"

"Their mother is missing. Ashton said she left this morning and never returned. We have reached their father. He's on his way. He should be here soon."

"I hope he can provide them with a stable environment. I have a feeling neither of them have had that."

"Thank you so much for your help."

PART VIII

Later, Lindsey went to the girl's hospital room. When she looked in she smiled. The boy was asleep beside his sister in the bed. Lindsey could feel moisture at the corner of her eyes. The two looked so sweet together. She stood there watching when Alex's soft voice sounded behind her. He said in a low voice, so as not to wake the children, "The father's here. Would you like to speak with him?"

"Yes I would. Thanks Alex."

She walked into the waiting room and saw a man in his mid-thirties standing with a woman in her early thirties. She could see the resemblance to the boy in the man before her. He looked up and questioned, "Are you Lindsey Romick?"

"Yes."

"Where are my children? Are they here? Please tell me they're here."

"They're both resting."

"Oh thank God."

She saw relief spread across the man's facial features and body. The woman at his side held him tighter, smiling at him warmly. She then said, "I'm sorry. We haven't introduced ourselves. My name is Melissa, Melissa Maxwell and this is my husband Brandon."

"You're married?"

"Yes. We got married a year ago. Why do you ask?"

"Anthony said you were dating I..."

Brandon interrupted, "Anthony where is he? Please let me see my children."

Melissa saw confusion in Lindsey and knew an explanation was in order, so she provided one, "My husband has been searching for his kids for the last four years. No one knew where their whereabouts. He was sure his ex-wife had kidnapped them. She moved out of her apartment and left no forwarding address. Brandon's been searching for them ever since."

Lindsey heard a gasp behind her. She turned to see Anthony peaking around the corner. She said, "Will you both excuse me for a moment?"

The two nodded in unison. Lindsey went over to Anthony who was still hiding and softly asked, "Anthony, are you alright?"

He simply nodded his head yes. Lindsey questioned, "Is the man over there your father?"

"Yes."

"So why don't you come out and meet him?"

"She said mom took us. Mom lied to us. We thought he never wanted to see us again. I’m...I'm afraid."

"I'll be right here, honey. Come on."

Anthony hesitantly stepped out from behind the wall. He refused to look up at the man and woman before him. He kept his head bowed and stared at the floor. He heard his father say, "Oh, my God is this Anthony?"

"Yes. He's a little bit shy."

Brandon hesitated for only a moment then kneeled before his son. He gently grasped both of the boy's arms then said, "Anthony, please look at me."

Anthony looked up and felt tears come to his eyes. The man before him also had tears in his eyes and looked exactly like him. Anthony could only utter one word, "Dad?"

“Anthony..."

Then he pulled his son into his warm, gentle embrace. He held Anthony tightly saying, "My God it's so good to see you. I've searched for you for so long. I can't believe I’ve finally found you."

"Mom said you...you didn't want us."

"Oh honey, I've always wanted the two of you. I've spent the last few years talking to police and reporters. I tried everything I could think of to locate you and your sister. Where's Ashton? She’s here isn't she?"

"She's sleeping. She had an illness. I've been taking care of her."

"Where's your mother?"

"She left this morning and never came back."

Lindsey added, "The police are looking for her as we speak."

"They probably won't find her. Can I see my daughter?"

"She's sleeping. She's right this way."

Lindsey led the way to Ashton's hospital room. Mister Maxwell saw his daughter asleep in the bed and more tears welled up in his eyes. He stared agape at her before saying, "My heavens she's grown. When I last saw her she had just learned to walk."

He silently walked over to where his daughter rested peacefully and watched her sleeping. He kept an arm around his son as well. He was afraid to let him go for fear that he'd lose his children yet again. Lindsey felt extremely happy as she looked at the now reunited family.

* * * *

Lindsey later headed home glancing once more at the newspaper making sure nothing else needed her attention tonight. She promised to visit the children again. The doctor said that he'd keep an eye on the kids, as well.

Lindsey felt exhausted; she could barely focus. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep. She felt so relieved as she sunk into a warm soothing bath then lay down on her bed. She again drifted asleep very rapidly.

* * * * * *

"Good morning, Chicago..." screamed the alarm in her ear. Lindsey jumped awake muttering, "No, no, no not time for work already."

She turned the annoying alarm off then rolled onto her back staring at the ceiling. Monday, it was Monday again. Time to go to work. She didn't even feel like she had a weekend since that newspaper...

"Meow."

THUMP!

She shook her head reluctantly accepting that she was temporarily going to continue receiving the mysterious paper. Why was it coming to her? She hoped that she would some day get an answer to that burning question of hers. Her thoughts were drawn to the door as a loud knock came from it followed by Alex's voice yelling, "Lindsey, time to go to work!"

Time to go to work? Why was he here already? Alex never picked her up this early. She glanced at her clock then cursed. The clock shined six-thirty. She had overslept! She only overslept an hour but...

She heard Alex's knock again. Then rolled out of bed, grabbing her housecoat she marched to the door saying, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

She opened the door and jumped to the side as her new feline tabby sprinted for the food dish. She watched him dart into the room then said, "Well good morning to you too cat."

Then she looked back at Alex who held her paper in his hand and looked at her in concern. Lindsey looked at him then reached for her newspaper, which Alex pulled away from her prompting her to snap, "Just give me the damned paper!"

"I thought you didn't want this thing."

"Well, I don't have much of a choice in the matter now do I?"

Then she grabbed it from Alex's hands and immediately looked at the front page before muttering, "Man killed in hit and run…"

She began reading the article when Alex cleared his throat rather loudly. Lindsey looked up from her paper rather irritated that he interrupted her while she read.

Alex snickered tenderly jeering, "My aren't you a grouchy one in the morning."

Lindsey didn't reply choosing to return her focus to the newspaper in her hands. Alex noting her obvious distraction interrupted, "Uh Lindsey, honey not to be annoying or anything but it's six-thirty and well, you're not even dressed for work. We have to be at the office by 7:30 that doesn't give us that much time, so could you please get dressed?”

Lindsey again looked at Alex, half-irritated muttering, "Sure Alex. Be right there."

Instead of going directly to change Alex watched her give the cat some milk. Then she went to change, carrying the newspaper with her. He glanced at the cat now watching him intensely, which prompted him to question, "Care to tell me just what that was all about, fur ball?"

The cat meowed then resumed drinking its milk. Alex shook his head before replying, "Thanks for nothing."

He glanced at his watch noticing the time. He yelled, "Hey Lindsey, hurry up or we'll both be late for work!"

"I'm coming."

Ten minutes later she returned still carrying the newspaper. He noticed as they climbed into his truck that she still had the newspaper in her hands and questioned, "Have you figured out what you're going to do about that thing yet?"

"I have to do what I can."

"And is there anything in that paper that interferes with your work today?"

She didn't glance up. Alex said, "I see. Just how many...things need your attention while you're supposed to be working?"

"Just...three."

"THREE? Lindsey, they'll fire you. You can't leave work that many times today! What are you going to do?"

“I'll think of something. Don't worry."

"Who's worried?"

She glanced at him again then refocused on her newspaper. A long silence proceeded. She felt annoyed as they pulled into a parking space at the law firm. She really didn't feel like being here today. The job was becoming less and less appealing to her, but she couldn't explain why because she really didn't understand why.

Alex shut off his truck engine and watched Lindsey in silence. He could tell she didn't really want to be here today. Her job wasn't very appealing to her anymore. Anybody could tell it wasn't. She was getting tired of it.

Alex watched her as she again glanced at the newspaper. She had been flipping through the thing the whole way to work muttering some of the time as she found an article that caught her eye and falling silent at other times. He questioned, "Lin, do you want to be here?"

She glanced up then asked, "What do you mean, Alex?"

“You've done nothing but read that paper the whole way here."

"It's very important that I read it. People are depending on me out there."

"So you accept this thing?"

No response. Dead silence met Alex's question. He continued on, "You don't act as if you want to be here, Lin."

She looked up at her friend then said, "To tell you the truth Alex, I don't really know what I want anymore. What I do know is I have this paper that I have to deal with and that I really don't like my job at this firm any longer."

"So quit."

"I can't do that. I can't just up and quit my job."

"Why not?"

"For one you should give a two weeks notice."

"Right."

"And I couldn't just let my clients dangling."

"Oh yeah, your clients. Can't let them go. Lin, you know as well as I do that those are just excuses you've made up. You know if you quit the cases will go to someone else who will pick up where you left off and as for the two week notice...well, it's not written any where that you must give the notice."

"I know but..."

"No, no buts. Look Lin, if you're really that unhappy with your job then you should just quit. You only make yourself miserable if you continue coming here when you don't want to be here."

"I have to be here. It's my job. Let's go inside. We're already cutting it close."

They went inside and went to work. Around eleven Lindsey searched for Alex. When she found him she said, "I have to run. Cover for me, please?"

"What do you have to do?"

Lindsey glanced at the paper in her hands again reading it for details before replying, "Stop a hit and run."

Without looking back up at him she turned and rapidly made her exit.

Once she got away from her job she muttered, "Okay, hit and run on

Dearborn..."

She glanced at her watch assessing how much time she had to get there before the accident happened. She rolled the paper up then looked around to determine which route would get her to Dearborn the quickest. Once she settled on a route she took off at break neck speed.

* * * *

When she finally got to the intersection she caught her breath and again scanned the article, looking up as she suddenly spotted the victim. She saw a middle-aged man step onto the street just as a van came barreling around the corner. The man was paying no attention to the van as it rapidly flew towards him. Lindsey began running before she even thought of what to do. She glanced up to again confirm in her mind where the van now was. Then, without another moment’s hesitation, Lindsey launched herself into the man sending him backwards onto the sidewalk mere seconds before the menacing vehicle went barreling by them.

As the adrenaline wore off she could see that the man was momentarily shocked so she decided to make a quick exit after affirming that the man would be fine. By the time the man was focused enough to look up all he saw was a woman rushing down the street away from him with her long flowing hair billowing out behind her. He went to call out to her just as she bolted around the corner of a building. He never saw her face and knew he'd never catch up with her. He had wished he were more attentive. He didn't even see her face clearly and suddenly he wished that he had at least thanked her for saving him. She was gone before he had even a slight chance to relay his gratitude.

He waited until he grew calmer then he headed on his way trying not to think of what might've happened to him if the mysterious woman had never been there.

* * * *

Meanwhile...

Lindsey felt uncomfortable staying around after she had saved the man so she took off running. When she neared her work place she calmed herself down. As she approached the parking lot of the law firm she again opened up her newspaper affirming in her mind that the headline was now gone. She then found the next article that required her attention: LOCAL WOMAN MUGGED IN PARK.

Lindsey didn't like the idea of getting involved in a mugging, but she also couldn't pretend she never saw the article so she began to read it. The article said that a woman was mugged in Grant Park around 12:20 and that the police still hadn’t located the mugger. She glanced at her watch, noting she’d be missing work longer than she had originally planned. She had forgotten how close the two incidents occurred and hoped that Alex wouldn't be extremely angry with her for returning late to work. She knew that he’d cover for her, but she hated to place him in such a precarious position. If the boss discovered her absence then Alex would get a long lecture and a long grilling as to where she was when she was supposed to be doing her job.

PART IX

She couldn't think about what Alex was doing for her now. She had to be completely focused. A mugger was potentially a very dangerous person. She would have to be on her toes and very observant if she was going to successfully stop the woman from being mugged in the park.

She again eyed up her watch. She had a little bit of time maybe she should call Alex to let him know that she was fine and would be a tad bit longer then planned. She saw a phone and quickly put change in it, dialing up her friend. She heard Alex's voice coming through to her from the other end of the line, "Hello?"

"Alex? It's me."

"Lindsey? Where are you? Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine but..."

"What? Did something go wrong?"

"No, no nothing went wrong, Alex. I'm going to be later then I had planned though."

"Lindsey, what are you doing?"

"I have to go stop a mugging."

"Lindsey, you're going to lose your job if you don't get back here."

"I may quit it anyway."

"What are you saying? You're quitting? Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure of anything right now other then at twelve-twenty this afternoon a woman is going to be mugged and I have to prevent it."

"Lindsey..."

"I wanted to let you know I'd be late so you wouldn't get worried."

"Maybe you should quit the firm."

"I...I don't know. I haven't made a decision yet."

She glanced haphazardly at her watch not really paying much attention to it, but as her eyes strayed elsewhere she remembered it and again glanced at it. She gasped when she saw the time then said, "Alex, I have to go stop the mugging. I'll call if I'm late. I just wanted to let you know where I was. Talk to you soon."

"Yeah sure and Lindsey, please be careful."

"I will. Thanks."

She hung up the phone in its cradle then made another quick survey of the newspaper to make sure that nothing had changed. Once she discovered the article still existed she took off for the park. As she made her way to the park she thought of what she could do to stop this mugging. She had a description of the assailant and a police sketch provided by the victim. The sketch was printed with the article asking for any information people might have on the suspect. It appeared that this wasn't the first time the mugger attacked in the park, and this particular mugger was nasty. He’d beat his victims then steal their valuables and take off running. The police hadn't had any luck finding the guy or stopping him, and the sketch was their biggest break through in the case.

She approached Grant Park scanning it for any sign of a person that looked like the sketch. She didn't see anyone so she started to get worried. What if she was in the wrong area of the park and missed the mugging completely? What if the man had a weapon of some sort? What if...? She mentally yelled at herself, ordering herself to stay focused on the present and not worry about the possible outcomes of the situation. She again glanced at her watch before looking around.

As Lindsey surveyed the immediate area she saw a man and woman jogging side by side on one of the park pathways. Off to her left a mother and daughter were having a picnic and off to her right...off to her right was a young woman walking. She was listening to headphones prompting Lindsey to wonder if she was the victim. She knew that there was a pretty good chance the young woman was. She would never hear the approach of the mugger if she had those headphones turned on and up.

Lindsey shook her head in disapproval. Why didn't people think of the possible dangers they could be exposing themselves to before they did things? One of the biggest suggestions given to warn women how to stay safe was to never go out walking alone wearing headphones because if the headphones were loud they’d drowned out any noise, which would make someone a very easy target for an ambush.

As she continued to watch the woman she noticed sudden movement in her peripheral field of vision, and turned just in time to see a man sneaking up on the woman. He appeared to be concealing something in his hand. Lindsey felt her breath catch as she felt sudden fear for the woman filter in. She thought quickly about what to do before yelling out, "Hey Cathy!" and ran towards the woman plastering a big smile on her face in hopes of giving off the impression that her and the woman were friends.

She noticed the man stop immediately upon hearing her yell without thought she continued to run towards the woman keeping a concealed eye on the man approaching her. As soon as she was within a foot of the woman the man turned on his heels and ran into the bushes.

She waited until the woman continued safely on before stopping to glance at the newspaper again. She was certain the woman would be safe now and released the pent up breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. As she gazed at the paper she smiled noticing that in the articles' place was now an ad for a clothing store sale. Excellent.

Smiling broader she decided to head on her way still thinking about the mugger. He'd be free to do it again unless someone stopped him so she decided to pay the Chicago Police Department a quick visit. She checked the time knowing if she went to the police department she'd be even later returning to the office. But she also knew that she couldn't withhold any helpful information she had regarding the criminal so she headed to the station.

* * * *

She entered the precinct and approached the front desk. A desk sergeant looked up from his paperwork upon hearing her approach and smiled before asking, "May I help you, ma'me?"

Lindsey cleared her throat then responded, "Yes. I have some information regarding the mugging case..."

"What case would that be Miss...?"

"Romick, Lindsey Romick. You're looking for information on a mugger who attacks in broad daylight usually in one of the local parks. He beats his victims then robs them..."

"And you have information about the man responsible?"

"Yes."

"Where did you get your information?"

"Observations."

"Oh. HEY WATKINS?"

"Yes?"

"We have a young lady here who says she has information that will be beneficial to us regarding the park muggings. You may want to speak with her."

Watkins looked at the woman before him. She was very attractive. He cleared his throat, and his mind then extended his hand towards her saying, "Hello. I’m Sergeant Watkins. I'm in charge of the park muggings case. Would you please come join me in my office where we can talk more privately?"

Lindsey nodded her head in agreement, shook the man's outstretched hand then followed him. He held his office door open to admit her then said, "Have a seat Miss...?"

"Romick, Lindsey Romick."

"Miss Romick."

She took the chair opposite his. He sat down at his desk then said, "Now what kind of information do you have on the case?"

"I can give you a description of the mugger."

Sergeant Watkins suddenly sat up straighter in his chair leaning towards her he questioned, "You’ve seen the mugger?"

"Yes I have."

"When?"

"Today in Grant Park. He attempted to mug a young woman but took off as soon as he saw me."

"Are you sure that this man you saw was the mugger?"

"Yes, I'm positive. He was carrying a knife in his right hand, concealing it. I saw him getting ready to grab the woman and called out to her. When he saw me approaching he took off running."

"Miss Romick, I'm going to need you to give a statement and talk with a sketch artist so we can get a composite of the man you saw. Do you have time?"

Lindsey noted the time on the wall clock hanging above the sergeant's desk. It was getting late so she informed, "I actually have to be getting back to work..."

"Miss Romick, the sooner you can give us a description the better. The longer we wait the less you'll remember."

Lindsey became frustrated. She knew the man was right. All those years as a lawyer taught her just how quickly witnesses could forget important details. She had seen the man briefly and the sketch of the man briefly, also. She knew she had to stay and give him the description now because if she ended up forgetting one important detail due to a lapse in time it could ruin the police's chances of capturing the guy. She responded, "Alright, but let me make a quick phone call."

"Sure."

"Thank you."

* * * *

She ran to a phone and dialed up Alex saying, “Alex, it's Lindsey again. Hey look I...I'm going to be later than expected returning...something else has come up..."

"Lindsey, you're jeopardizing your career."

"Yes I know that Alex, but this is too important."

"Where are you?"

"Chicago P.D."

"WHAT? Lindsey, are you all right? What happened with the mugging?"

"I'm fine Alex, don't worry. I averted the mugging. He took off and nobody was harmed."

"So why are you at the police department?"

"To give the police a description of the mugger."

"What?"

"The woman who was supposed to get mugged this afternoon was also the same woman who gave the police a description of the suspect. She put him out of business. Now that I prevented the mugging the police have no witness to provide them with a description..."

"So you decided to volunteer?"

"I had to. I can't let that man remain on the streets."

"Lin, how do you intend to convince the police that you actually saw the mugger?"

"I already convinced them of that. I told them I saw a man in the park with a knife in his hand come up behind a woman. When I called out to her he saw me and took off."

"So you lied?"

"No, not really. I just..."

"Bent the truth a little?"

"Alex, what was I supposed to do? Leave him out there so he could beat someone again? What if the next victim ends up in the hospital or dead because of this mugger? I have no choice here, Alex. Please understand that."

"I do, Lin, it's just that...you're lying to the police. Just be careful."

"I will."

"So what else do you have to do?"

"Stop a boy from slipping into a coma."

"When's that going to happen?"

"At two-thirty."

"You should've left here sick if you knew you'd be gone all day."

"I didn't know how things were going to go. Look I have to go. I'm so sorry for causing you problems, Alex. I'll be back soon..."

"Are you coming back here?"

"Yes. I might just have to have a talk with Mister Shoransky..."

"You're thinking about quitting, aren't you?"

"If the paper is going to continue to be this demanding... I may not have a choice in the matter. Look, I have to get back in there. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay, and Lin..."

"Yes?"

"Be careful."

"I will. Good bye Alex."

"Bye."

Lindsey hung up the phone returning to Sergeant Watkins office. She spent the next hour telling her story and giving a description of the suspect to a sketch artist. When the picture finally looked like the man Lindsey had seen she stood up and stretched. She looked briefly at her watch noticing it was now approaching 2pm. She quickly asked the detective, "Is that all?"

"Yes. We’ll need your home phone and address for any follow up..."

"I gave all that information to Sergeant Watkins. May I leave now?"

"Yes, and thank you so much for your help."

"Sure."

Lindsey rushed to the station entrance increasing her pace as she approached the doors. She didn't have much time. A boy was going to end up in a coma after a bike wreck if she didn't get moving. She exited the station, pulling the newspaper out and finding the article she needed to change. She again glanced at her watch before increasing her speed. At two-thirty a boy was going to wreck his bike. He wasn't going to get some simple cuts and bruises instead his head was going to connect hard with a sidewalk, hard enough to knock him unconscious and send him into a coma. She had to stop the accident before it was too late.

When Lindsey finally found the area the accident was to occur in she glanced anxiously around her. She didn't see any kids on bikes, in fact, the area looked rather...desolate. But the paper said... She pulled it out and reread the article. There it was: around two-thirty ten-year old Paul Collins wrecked his bike striking his head on the sidewalk during the fall. His mother rushed frantically outside after calling an ambulance to the scene. She glanced out her window to check on her son just as he wrecked and saw him strike his head, which began to bleed excessively. Young Paul had lapsed into a coma shortly after the ambulance arrived. He was then placed in ICU and remained critical. Lindsey had to stop that from happening. Head injuries were very dangerous. A head injury could cause more damage to a victim then good. It was nothing to fool with. The boy could very well end up comatose for the rest of his life or could have a hemorrage on the brain that could kill him instantly. The accident had to be stopped.

She noted the time and sighed in relief. She was early that's why no one was there yet. She looked at the article again to confirm where the accident is to occur then waited for her next save to arrive. She noticed that the neighborhood was nice. The houses were a decent size but since they were so close together there wasn't much room for yard space.

She turned abruptly when she suddenly heard a sound and searched for the source of the noise. She heard the sound off to her right like chains banging, bike chains. She then turned abruptly seeing a young boy pedaling a bike down the sidewalk. She called out to him, "Excuse me? Excuse me?"

The boy glanced up then Lindsey continued, "Excuse me, Paul?"

The boy stopped his bike looking up at her and asking, "You know my name? Who are you?"

"I'm just a friend. I'm a little bit lost. Can you help me?"

"I'm not good with directions, but my mom is. She's home. Come on, I'll take you there."

Lindsey followed the boy on the bike making sure to stay right next to him so he couldn't possibly wreck. She felt relieved when the boy finally parked his bike in the driveway. He told her to wait right there and then he ran inside. Lindsey eyed up her paper noticing the article had disappeared. She decided to make a very quick exit trying not to feel bad disappearing on the boy like she was about to. She looked towards the house and saw no sign of the boy or his mother so she made her escape. She took off running silently apologizing to the boy and his mother for her small deception. When she was finally far enough away from the house that she wouldn't be spotted she started to walk.

Meanwhile, the boy returned seeing the woman gone. His mother looked at him in worry asking, "Where is this woman?"

"Well, she was here. I swear she was, mom. I told her to wait right here. She said she would."

"Well, maybe she was shy and decided to leave."

"But..."

Paul's mother looked up at him then at his bike. She stared in shock when she saw the tire was almost flat. She asked, "Paul, were you riding your bike earlier?"

"Yes."

"Were you wearing your helmet like I told you to?"

"No I wasn't. I'm sorry, mom."

"That's alright, Paul."

He watched his mom walk to his bike and eye up the front tire. He asked, "Mom, what is it? Why do you look so scared?"

"I'm fine, Paul. Come here."

Paul stepped into his mother's loving embrace and she hugged him tightly to her. She had seen where something had rammed into her son's bike tire. If her son had been on that bike riding really fast, as he always loved to do she was sure the tire would've blown and he would've wrecked possibly striking his head on the sidewalk. Did the mysterious woman know how much danger her son was in and only appeared to save him? If so, she was greatly indebted to the woman. She sent a silent thank you up to the Lord for sending someone to save her boy's life.

* * * *

Meanwhile...

Lindsey continued walking searching the paper for any other events that would need her attention. She knew that she had to hurry back to her work soon. She had spent a lot more time making the day's saves then she had intended. She glanced at her watch in surprise, it was now a quarter till three and she still wasn't at work; she became suddenly nervous. Her shift normally ended at three-thirty and most of her afternoon was spent not at her job like it should've been but stopping events the paper had revealed to her. Alex was going to kill her! She had told him she wouldn't be very long but instead of doing as she had said she ended up wasting a whole day. She spent her whole afternoon with the mysterious newspaper.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she made it back to work managing to get inside without her boss detecting her sudden reappearance. Once she entered her office she saw Alex sitting at her desk. He glanced up saying, "Well, I'm glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence."

"Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice. The paper..."

"Yes, the paper. Lin, honey, you are going to have to make a huge decision and soon. You can't keep going like this. You'll end up losing your job. You have to make a choice. Which is more important to you? The job or the paper?"

"Well...I don't know. I mean...Alex, how can I make that choice?"

"Which makes you happier?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do. You have to know. You just don't want to accept it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That fire in you is back. Do you know what has sparked it inside of you? Not this job, no, that thing in your hands...that paper. You love helping people, you always have, and what has made that possible? The newspaper, your early edition of the Chicago Sun, the newspaper is allowing you to do what you have always wanted to do."

"But what if I do quit this job and this paper just...stops coming? Then I lost my job for nothing."

"You have plenty of money to support yourself if such a thing occurs, and besides I don't think that’s going to happen. Do you?"

Lindsey remained silent then answered truthfully, "No. I think I'm stuck with this thing, Alex."

"That's exactly what I think too. I know it's a big decision but it’s also a decision you must ultimately make."

"I just don't know what, exactly, to do."

"Do whatever feels like the right thing to do."

"All right."

She fell silent again. What felt right was the newspaper. Two days ago she would've never even considered quitting her job for this puzzling thing. Now she was feeling as if she was expected to quit her job so she could deal with the paper and its demands. Something seemed to be urging her to quit this job to take on the responsibility of the paper. Should she just go by her instincts? Her instincts were telling her, screaming at her, to quit her present job. Should she follow her intuition or just...forget about it?

Alex watched Lindsey as she debated and argued within her mind about what the right thing to do was. He knew she was struggling internally trying to figure out what she was supposed to do, so he interrupted, "Lin?"

"Yes Alex?"

"How many times did you attempt to return to work before the paper prevented it?"

"Well, I don't know...two, maybe three times why?"

"What prevented you from returning?"

"Well, I had things to do. Important things."

"Things the paper put in your way maybe?"

"Yeah I suppose."

"Like road blocks?"

Lindsey nodded her head in agreement, not quite sure where Alex was going with this. Alex continued, "So the paper is what prevented your return?"

"Well yeah, I suppose so...what does this have to do with anything, Alex?"

"Maybe it was sending you a message."

"What?"

"Maybe the paper was trying to communicate TO you what it needs FROM you."

"Are you saying the paper is trying to communicate to me that I should go ahead and quit my job?"

"Yes, I'm saying it’s a distinct possibility, Lin, and one we should be considering."

"But..."

"I know. It sounds impossible but... Look, don't try to explain all this because you can't. This paper just exists and for some odd reason holds some kind of...special properties. How do we know what those properties are? We don't. But what I see is you helping people and enjoying it. Neither of us knows what the paper is capable of. All we know is that it shows up gives you things to do and you change those things for the better. Who's to say the paper is incapable of leading you away from your present job? If this paper has been given to you for some special purpose then that paper, or something else, will most likely help guide you towards what it wants. Am I making any sense here?"

"Yes...but Alex, I've only just received this thing on Saturday..."

"So?"

"So? Wouldn't that mean it's too soon to tell what exactly is going on with this thing?"

"Not necessarily."

Alex glanced at the wall clock then said, "Time to go. We'll talk about this later. Come on let's get out of here."

They left getting into Alex's truck. Lindsey said, "You know I feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because I'll be getting paid for working when I was hardly there today. Alex, that isn't right."

"Well, you really can't do anything about it."

"But I feel so bad."

"Don't worry about it, Lin."

"How can I not worry?"

"Just try."

They both fell silent again. The drive home was uneventful, but Alex again noticed how Lindsey still read through the paper. He knew that she was afraid she'd miss something again. The first night she got the paper she didn't stop an accident and felt as if it was her fault. He could tell that she feared making that same error. Alex saw her again look at the paper then spoke up, "Lin, you've looked at it cover to cover at least five times since we've left work. Nothing has changed. Will you please just let it go?"

"But what if something...?"

"I'm sure it'll find a way to get your attention if it needs you to do something."

"Do you really think so?"

Alex fell silent. Lindsey decided to put the newspaper away. Maybe Alex was right. Maybe the paper would some how find a way to get her attention if something needed attended to. Lindsey shook her head thinking about just how stupid that sounded, a paper communicating to her? Yeah right. In the end she decided to clear her mind and just enjoy the trip home.

PART X

Once home she invited Alex upstairs. She said, "I still have that meal left over from Saturday. I never had the chance to make it. You're welcome to stay if you'd like."

"Thanks. I think I will. I'll help you with that meal, also."

The two set to work making a meal. Once completed they both sat down to eat. Alex noticed Lindsey was unusually quiet then gently prodded, "Thinking about what you're going to do about it?"

"Yeah. You were right earlier when you said that paper kept preventing my return to work maybe something or someone was trying to tell me I couldn't handle my job and the paper simultaneously."

"I'm not really sure, Lin. I could be totally wrong about this."

"No, no. I think you're right."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm seriously considering quitting. It's a huge decision to make based on something so..."

"Phenomenal? Unusual? Bizarre?"

"Yeah."

"Yes it is."

"But it's a decision I can't postpone."

"Mister Shoransky should understand your wanting to leave. This has been a very hard year for you and instead of taking time off to deal with everything you've been working yourself ragged. I don't see any reason for him to be offended or angry with you for your decision."

"I know but still..."

"Stop worrying or you'll make yourself sick. Things will work out in the end I promise you. Things always find a way to work out. You'll see."

"I know you're right but," Lindsey jumped half startled. Alex looked at her in concern asking, "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine. The cat just startled me."

"The cat?"

"Yeah, remember the one that wandered in here the day I moved in. He just rubbed against my leg. It caught me off guard."

"Speaking of that cat...are you going to keep him?"

"For as long as he'll have me."

"Are you going to keep him inside?"

"No, no. I sense he's used to doing as he pleases."

As soon as she said those words she felt a chill climbing her spine. She then heard that eerily familiar voice again muttering, "Boy you got that right!" but she shook her head. She was just imagining the voice. She deliberately ignored the fact that the cat was again focusing on a wall and was acting as if he was greeting an old friend. Alex noticed her sudden tenseness and started wondering what she was thinking. Shortly after her pause she continued, "He'll probably never just stay in here. He'd find a way out. He only comes in at certain times of the day. It's kind of bizarre now that I think about it."

"You're attached to him already, aren't you?"

"I like having him around and visiting me...if that's what you mean."

"You used to hate cats."

"Yeah, well not anymore. I’ve learned to love them."

"Really? So what did you name him?"

"Nothing yet."

"So what do you call him?"

"Cat."

"What?"

"Cat."

"Just cat?"

"Yes."

Alex chuckled then he caught the stern look Lindsey was now directing his way and made a dramatic effort to clear his throat. Lindsey couldn't help it she laughed. Alex glared back at her so she also made a show of clearing her throat and tried desperately to keep that smirk from coming out. She then said, "For now his name is Cat and he seems to be rather content with that name."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I see...so he's now your cat? I mean Cat is now your...cat..."

"Alex..."

Lindsey replied in a half sarcastic voice. He looked at her with those innocent eyes of his then questioned, "Yes?"

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Picking on my cat."

"Oh. Stop picking on your cat named Cat?"

"Yes..."

"So is Cat...I mean your cat ready..."

Alex jumped as a craftily balled up napkin caught him square in the nose. He looked at his friend who radiated pure innocence. She sat there eating her food acting as if she didn't do anything wrong. Alex watched her as she casually glanced up at him, "What Alex?" she inquired sweetly.

"Oh nothing."

She resumed eating her food. Alex made sure she wasn't looking then sent that crumpled napkin sailing back in her general direction. He then quickly turned away showing great interest in the wall before him. He heard her groan then say "You know I've always liked my food with a little bit of napkin on the side."

"What?"

He looked up and saw that his obviously poorly directed napkin wad had landed right in her food. He uttered a quick apology then busted up laughing. It wasn't long before Lindsey joined him.

The cat jumped up on the counter sitting beside his previous companion watching the two at the table. The cat looked up at Gary, who was again leaning casually against the counter, watching the banter between his successor and her friend. He looked at the cat and they both rolled their eyes shaking their heads in wonderment at the uncanny scene before them. Gary asked the cat, "Now was I ever that...bizarre, cat?"

The cat looked as if he shook his head yes. Gary was about to retort but decided it was useless so he just turned back to the scene before him. Then whispered, "Well, who asked you?"

The cat meowed so Gary looked back at him with a hint of accusation in his eyes then replied, "On second thought don't answer that."

The two watched as Lindsey and Alex talked, cleaned up then Alex left. Gary watched Lindsey make her way to the couch then flop down on it. She looked exhausted; she should get some rest. He saw her soon lay down on the couch and within moments she drifted asleep. Gary couldn't resist as he walked over to her and gently pulled the afghan up over her. He knew he wasn't supposed to manipulate the physical world or anything in it but couldn't stop himself. Once he covered her up he again claimed his place against the counter watching her sleep. She was going to work out just fine. He knew she would. He was proud of her for how well she was handling the paper. She did a really good job today and covered all of her bases. She'd need some more time to completely adjust and accept the gift Gary bestowed upon her all those years ago but, in the end, she was going to do very well. He now felt totally confident that he chose the right person to receive his paper. The cat also seemed to be taking a liking to her and, whether she realized it or not, she was attuning herself to the cat. She was unconsciously picking up on those clues the cat left out there for her to help aid her. She was communicating with the cat, and the cat was communicating with her. He was glad. He stood and watched her a while longer then left her alone to rest.

* * * * * *

Lindsey awoke with a sudden start flinging the covers off of herself and onto the floor. Where was she? Was she home or...? What was that ungodly noise? Who was screaming? As her mind cleared and sleep began to lift its heavy veil from her she became aware of her surroundings. She was in her hotel room. She must've fallen asleep on the couch and that loud talking was her radio. What day was it again? Monday? No, no Tuesday. It was Tuesday and she had to have a very important conversation with her boss regarding her leaving the law firm. She jerked her head towards the door when she heard an insistent meow followed by a very distinctive, loud thunk. The paper...her paper… Her paper and the cat...maybe the two were linked. She got up and wandered to her door opening it she bent down to pick up the paper as the cat flew by her and made a beeline for the food dish. She said, "You'll have to wait a second. I didn't get the milk out yet."

The cat rowled as if to question why the milk wasn't out and Lindsey responded, "Hey, I just got up. You need to be patient. I'm still half asleep here."

She closed the door then got the milk and cat food for her cat. As usual he dug into the food eating as if he was starving to death. While he ate she opened up the paper and reviewed it. It was going to be a very busy day. Luckily though her morning seemed oddly clear. Her first save doesn't occur until noon, which would give her enough time to stop in at work then pay someone very special a visit.

She showered then got dressed, grabbing some pop tarts to eat on the go. She met Alex and during the drive into work she told him she was going to quit the law firm today.

* * * *

Once they got to the firm she went directly to Mister Shoransky's office and knocked on the door. From the other side his gravelly voice spoke, "Come in."

"Good morning, Mister Shoransky."

"Lindsey, how are you doing?"

"Fine."

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing good."

"If you need anything, anything at all please don't hesitate to ask."

"Actually Mister Shoransky I...I needed to speak with you...about my future at this law firm."

"You could have a great one here."

"I know but..."

"You're ready to leave, aren't you? At least temporarily."

She looked down drumming up her courage. She glanced back up responding, "Yes I am. I'm sorry to give you such late notice..."

"No need to worry, my dear. I had a feeling this day would soon come."

"How? I mean..."

"Lindsey, I know you. I've known you most of your life. I could tell when your husband...passed on his... It greatly affected you. I had expected you to quit then but instead you began working overtime. Now…you’re ready to move on. I can tell your heart isn't in this job like it used to be. Don't worry it's only natural. We all get tired of our jobs eventually. Everyone moves from one job to another at some time in life, and you’re ready to move on to something else. You have been a great asset to this firm and I will tell you I do hate to see you go, but I won't stop you from leaving. I'll also tell you that if you ever decide to come back there will be a place here for you. I promise. You’re one of my best lawyers and good lawyers are often very hard to come by. If you ever decide to come back just call me up."

"I will and Mister Shoransky...?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you so much for understanding."

"You're welcome."

She talked with him a few moments longer then stopped by Alex's office. She entered then said, "Well..."

"What happened?"

"It's done. I quit."

"Did he understand?"

"Yes. He was rather nice about it, too."

"I told you he'd understand. So where are you off to now? Who's next to be helped?"

"I actually don't have anything until noon."

"Going home?"

"No actually... I'm going to see Michael."

Dead silence filled the room at her confession. Lindsey hadn't visited her husband's grave in a rather long time. She just didn't know how to deal with her husband's death.

Alex questioned, "Would you like me to come with you? I can get a few hours off and..."

"No, no Alex. I don't think that'll be necessary. This is something I have to do...alone."

"Are you sure, Lin?" he questioned in concern.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Are you ready for this?"

"Yes. I want to go to see him...tell him about what's been going on. Maybe...maybe he'll hear me...his spirit. I need to do this, Alex. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"Okay, if you say so but Lin, if you need me to be with you or just someone to talk to..."

"I know where to find you. Thank you so much Alex, for everything. I’ll call you later and let you know how things work out."

"Okay. You take care."

"I will and I'll be fine."

She then left. Alex watched her leave. He wasn't sure how to react to Lindsey's news. For her to go to Michael's grave was a huge step. She had avoided the cemetery after he had died not wanting to completely accept her husband's death. Her avoidance of the cemetery had made her feel more at ease and had made her feel as if he wasn't completely dead. Alex was actually shocked when she said where she was planning on going. Maybe his friend was finally, successfully, on the road to healing. He was glad she finally decided a visit to her husband's gravesite was long overdue. He has been praying for her for a very long time.

* * * *

Lindsey hesitantly approached the gates to the cemetery where she knew her husband now lay. She felt nervous, anxious, even scared. She had stopped by a florist to pick up some flowers for his grave then, with every step she made towards the cemetery, she built up her courage. She had to do this; she needed to. Visiting his grave was just another necessary step she had to take to be able to move on with her life and continue on the path of healing.

She drew in a deep calming breath then, exhaling slowly, she stepped over the threshold at the gate and into the cemetery. She could feel every nerve rise on end, and could sense her uncertainty and misgivings again creeping up. She had already successfully crossed the threshold. She told herself there was no turning back now. This was just something she had to do to be able to start moving on with her own life.

She knew where his grave was even after not being here since the funeral. She'd never forget where her husband was buried. She picked up her pace fearing that if she didn't she'd chicken out and run like hell. She had to do this, so she forced herself on continuing to place once foot in from of the other.

She came upon his grave marker and stopped. She stood stock-still, unable to move or even think all she could do was stare at his name on the gravestone, clutching a beautiful bouquet of red roses in her right hand and tightly clenching her left hand into a fist…

She had no idea how long she stood there just staring. She could feel warm dampness on her cheeks and knew it was from her tears. She cleared her throat, after what seemed like forever, then as she touched her shaky hand to the carving of Michael's name she whispered, "Hello my love..."

She began to slowly trace his name on the gravestone with her finger clearing her throat again as she said, "I'm sorry it's taken me this long to come visit you. I've been...having a very difficult time accepting that you're...no longer here. It's been so hard. I miss you so badly that it hurts. I miss you terribly. I know I should've been here a lot sooner, but...I...I just couldn't make myself...come here. I know that sounds terrible, but...I'm here now and... Um...I...I have a cat now. You'd like him. You've always loved cats... You're probably rolling in your...you're probably shocked that I would ever willingly become a cat owner...shocked me too but... Cat's great he…he doesn't have a name yet. I just call him cat. He doesn't seem to mind though. I've tried to think up all kinds of names to call him but nothing seems right to me so I just call him cat. He's an orange tabby. Oh I moved. I couldn't stay in the house. I just couldn't. I hope you don't mind. I had to move. I'm living at the Blackstone Hotel now. I know that probably sounds...weird, but I actually like the place a lot. I just quit my job...now before you start worrying I have another job, a very important one. One you'll never believe…I still don't totally believe it myself... I...I'm getting tomorrow's newspaper...a day early. Sounds crazy, huh Michael? Crazy but true… It's the most amazing thing. I admit I still don't know how I feel about the thing but...well, I get it. I don't think I have a choice in the matter. I'm getting this paper, but I don't know why… I spend all my time righting wrongs and helping people. I love it... I miss you so much. I have so many things to say to you, so many things I should've said to you when you were with me..."

Gary stood nearby watching Lindsey and listening to her talking to her husband. He decided he should give her some privacy so he backed off and looked out over the cemetery. He saw a woman approaching another grave marker...HIS grave marker.

"Marissa," Gary said without thinking.

He missed her terribly. Should he go over to her or...not? He couldn't decide. He wanted to see her so badly, but was that the right thing to do in this situation? He was here for Lindsey should he visit Marissa? Would that be allowable?

He started slowly walking towards her. He just had to see her...

* * * *

Lindsey jumped startled when the cat jumped up on her husband's gravestone. She said, "Well hello there. Michael, this is Cat. He must've decided to visit you too."

She placed the bouquet of roses against his grave then stared at Michael's grave marker longer.

The cat meowed catching her attention so she looked up. The cat was now intently focused on something off to her right. Suddenly he jumped off of the grave marker and took off running. Lindsey yelled, "Hey Cat what...?"

She started walking after the cat then froze in shock when she saw the cat run up to some woman. She couldn't believe it when the cat allowed the woman to pick him up and hold him. She hesitantly approached the woman who stood in front of another gravestone. She was smiling and rubbing the cat's head whispering to him. Lindsey went to speak to her but stopped.

Marissa said, "Hello, may I help you?"

"What?"

"May I help you?"

As the woman turned to Lindsey she realized the woman was blind. Lindsey disregarded that and continued, "Do...do...? Is the cat yours?"

"Oh heavens no."

Lindsey still couldn't believe how accepting the cat was of this woman so she said, "But he... You picked him up."

"We're old friends. The cat and I, that is."

"I didn't know this cat had any friends."

"He used to stay with a friend of mine."

"Where's your friend now?"

"Right here."

Lindsey looked at the grave stone then said, "Gary..."

"Hobson. Yes."

"When did he die?"

Lindsey felt terrible when she noticed immediately after posing the question the date of death on the grave marker. She quickly apologized to the woman for her error, "Oh I'm sorry. Last week...I didn't realize."

"Oh that's alright."

"What was he like?"

"He was..."

Marissa inhaled sharply when she felt a familiar presence approach and stop slightly behind her. She felt warmth and tenderness envelope her then said, "Gary..."

The cat rowled then Marissa sat him down. He jumped up on Gary's grave marker watching. Marissa looked directly at Lindsey with her unseeing eyes then muttered, "So you're the one."

"What?"

"You've been given a very special gift, a gift that is a huge responsibility."

"What...what do you mean?"

"You've been chosen. You're very special."

"I don't know what you're referring to."

Marissa laughed gently then said, "You sound just like him, you know?"

"Just like who?"

"In time you'll get the answers you seek. For now just take things one day at a time and do the best you can."

Lindsey suddenly remembered she had something to stop at noon. She looked at her watch then said, "Oh my God! I have to go!"

"Be careful."

"What's your name?"

"Marissa."

"Marissa? That name sounds familiar... I'm sorry I’d like to talk to you some more..."

"Sure."

"But I have to go."

"I understand."

Lindsey started leaving when Marissa called out, "Lindsey, be careful and don't worry. The paper will be very good to you."

"Thanks!"

Lindsey was in such a hurry that it didn't register in her mind what Marissa had said to her as she left...until much later…

* * * *

Meanwhile...

Gary placed his hands gently on Marissa's shoulders. She smiled warmly asking, "Shouldn't you be with her?"

Gary didn't know what to say to that. He was dumbfounded. Did Marissa know he was there? Wasn't that impossible?

Gary said more to himself, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else would I be talking to Gary?"

"You...you can hear me?"

"Yes."

"But how I'm..."

"Dead? Your body is dead but your spirit lives on. I had a feeling you'd be keeping an eye on her."

"I need to be here but how...?"

"Lucius Snow. He received the paper and his spirit watched over you. He protected you all of those years. He was there for you when you needed him. I suspected you’d also remain here to help Lindsey and guide her. I miss you so much, Gary."

"I miss you too Marissa, but I..."

"I know... I told you the paper is a very powerful thing. It brought you back. I had the strangest feeling that you weren't really gone just on a higher plane of existence. I know that sounds strange..."

"This all sounds strange, Marissa. I saw you over here and I...I just couldn't stay away."

"The cat came to me."

"And I followed."

"So how's she holding up?"

"Pretty good actually. She lost her husband and has been trying to accept his death. She was just visiting him."

"She followed the cat to me, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"She seems a lot like you."

"She is. It's very strange. This whole...situation is strange."

"Yeah, I bet it is. Are you upset that you haven't been sent directly to heaven?"

"No. I know I'll go when the time is right. I always had a strange feeling that when I...I'd simply move on to a higher plane. In a way Lucius prepared me for that also."

"It's so weird talking with you like this, Gary."

"I know. It's happening to me and even I can't understand it."

"You know she'll probably return here..."

"Actually I'm counting on it. So much has been revealed to her but none of it will really click until she’s ready for it."

"She left in an awful hurry."

"She has to save a boy from choking."

"I think I like her."

"You've only spoken with her a few minutes Marissa, how...never mind. I won't even ask. You have that sixth sense about you. I never understood it and I'm not going to try to analyze it now."

Marissa laughed gently then said, "It's so good to hear your voice again, Gary."

"I thought you and Emmett were going to..."

"Hickory. How on earth...?"

"I've been around."

"We had planned on leaving already."

"So why are you still here?"

"I...I had to find out if my guess was correct."

"What?"

"I remembered about how Lucius Snow always was around when you got the paper and suspected you were still around. I had to find out if I was right."

"How did you know I'd be here?"

"I didn't, but as soon as the cat approached me I knew that I was right."

They talked for a while longer then Gary told Marissa he had to go, but he'd be around. She smiled telling him she knows he'll be around.

* * * *

Later that evening...

Lindsey returned home literally collapsing on her couch. What a long day she had had. She had saved so many people. It still amazed her how many people she had to help today. The paper had kept her very busy. All she wanted to do now was sleep. She closed her eyes and jerked to full alertness as the cat jumped up on her meowing. She began petting him then commented, "Well, how have you been Cat? I haven't seen you since this morning..."

As soon as she said that it all clicked. She remembered the blind lady named Marissa picking up the cat and telling her of her friend, of how he owned the cat before he died. He had just passed away last week, which meant that the cat had been his pet…until last week, "Oh my God."

She jumped to her feet quickly throwing on her coat. She rushed out of her room and to the cemetery. She quickly found the grave of the person who had previously owned her cat and softly uttered his name, "Gary Hobson."

She touched the marker where his name was carved into the stone and was suddenly enveloped in the strangest feelings. She knew that name...but how?

She kneeled down in front of the grave marker of Gary Hobson and just stared at it in awe unable to turn away. She was captivated by the name chiseled into the cool stone. How did she know it, and why did it seem so important that she remember just who this person was?

"Rowl."

The cat jumped up on the small ledge making up the base of the headstone. He rubbed against the grave marker and began to purr prompting Lindsey to ask, "He really was your former owner wasn't he? You miss him, don't you?"

"Meow," was the cat's only reply. Then he looked up at her focusing on her left side where, unbeknowest to her stood the spirit of Gary Hobson.

Gary smiled at the cat then said, "I knew you'd like her, Cat. You just had to give her a chance. Remember she's new to this whole thing so don't be too hard on her."

The cat meowed in response to Gary's comment. He laughed gently then said, "Yes, I'll be with you too."

Lindsey suddenly remembered the conversation she had had with the woman. Before she had rushed off the woman had told her to... She had told her not to worry about the paper and that the paper would be good to her. How could anyone, other than Alex, know about the paper? It was impossible, but the woman named Marissa had known. She had told her the paper would be good to her and before that the woman had also mentioned that Lindsey was the one telling her all her unanswered questions would eventually be solved.

Lindsey had the oddest feeling that the woman and her friend had some how been tied to the mysterious paper she now seemed to own. She had wondered before if the cat came with the newspaper and if the cat did that would mean... She could be visiting the grave of someone who had know about her paper but...could that even be possible? Lindsey didn't didn’t want to believe that; it was just too much to comprehend at once so she shrugged it off, for the time being, then looked at the grave marker of one Gary Hobson until the sun was down too far to even be able to read the letters clearly anymore.

* * * *

Gary looked at the cat and the cat looked at him before he said, "She'll do just fine Cat, and together you and I will help her. Come on let's go for a walk and give her some time alone."

"Meow."

With that said the spirit of Gary Hobson walked towards the gates of the cemetery and the cat jumped up trailing after him.

Lindsey looked up watching the cat heading towards the gate then she glanced at the grave marker again. When she looked back up where her cat should've been he was gone. She knew that there was no way the cat could've disappeared that quickly. She felt just a little bit leery about that....

...And on the other side of the cemetery gates a man and a cat were walking side by side into the sunset enjoying each other’s company and chatting amiably with each other.

** The End **

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