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*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

*it refuses to lock and the temperature drops significantly*

*he grumbles to himself, still fumbling with the key*

*the door handle turns as if someone is opening it*

*he begrudgingly opens the door*

I'm not buying whatever you're selling, don't bother.

*no one is there and a breeze whirls past him, like two cold, small, invisible bodies entered the house.*

..huh. Must be the kids again.

*he shuts the door*

*the room is generally colder*

*he doesn't seem to notice*

*an end table falls over*

*the landlines phone clatters to the floor, along with the table. he rights the table and sets the phone down*

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*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

*it refuses to lock and the temperature drops significantly*

*he grumbles to himself, still fumbling with the key*

*the door handle turns as if someone is opening it*

*he begrudgingly opens the door*

I'm not buying whatever you're selling, don't bother.

*no one is there and a breeze whirls past him, like two cold, small, invisible bodies entered the house.*

..huh. Must be the kids again.

*he shuts the door*

*the room is generally colder*

*he doesn't seem to notice*

*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

*it refuses to lock and the temperature drops significantly*

*he grumbles to himself, still fumbling with the key*

*the door handle turns as if someone is opening it*

*he begrudgingly opens the door*

I'm not buying whatever you're selling, don't bother.

*no one is there and a breeze whirls past him, like two cold, small, invisible bodies entered the house.*

..huh. Must be the kids again.

*he shuts the door*

*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

*it refuses to lock and the temperature drops significantly*

*he grumbles to himself, still fumbling with the key*

*the door handle turns as if someone is opening it*

*he begrudgingly opens the door*

I'm not buying whatever you're selling, don't bother.

*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

*it refuses to lock and the temperature drops significantly*

*he grumbles to himself, still fumbling with the key*

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*his front door opens, as if by magic*

Did I leave it unlocked again...?

*he shuts the door, locking it*

#asks

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

Your daughter went to Juvie too?

No. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh.

*she presses her lips together*

I don't want to talk about it.

Me neither

No. Okay.

I’m… I’m going outside.

Okay.

*soon the hospital staff call for him*

*he goes to the staff*

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

Your daughter went to Juvie too?

No. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh.

*she presses her lips together*

I don't want to talk about it.

Me neither

No. Okay.

I’m… I’m going outside.

Okay.

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

Your daughter went to Juvie too?

No. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh.

*she presses her lips together*

I don't want to talk about it.

Me neither

No. Okay.

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

Your daughter went to Juvie too?

No. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh.

*she presses her lips together*

I don't want to talk about it.

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(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

Your daughter went to Juvie too?

No. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

Then how do you explain the fact that I got sent to Juvie?

Wrong place, wrong time.

That's what happened to my Lissy...

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

*she rolls her eyes*

He wouldn't do that...

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

He killed my best friend in front of me and blamed me for her death.

Oh.

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

Yeah? That didn’t stop him from letting me be sent to Juvie for ten years for what he did.

I was bloody eight.

Well, maybe your father is worse.

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(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*

...he's going to be okay, isn't he?

I think so.

I couldn’t give a whit either way

*she pops a bubble*

And I thought i didn't care...

You're our kid. Not you, another you- you get what i mean.

(🔪🐇)

You really don't know?

Nope. No clue.

We could hve worked together if I'd stopped to think that night.

‘Worked together’? How so?

I'd work it out.

You'd lure whoever complained into the back room, and I'd be waiting there to... address their complaint.

You mean the exact thing I was put in prison for?

You probably wouldn’t even defend me when I was accused

I'd defend you, you're my daughter.

Your daughter? Mate, who are you?

Of course, I'm not talking to who I think I am.

You could say I'm a close friend of your father.

That idiot who let his 8 year old take the fall for his crimes?

I want nothing to do with him besides a knife in his throat. And I’ll happily go back to jail for that

...Charlie had nothing to do with any of this.

What are you bloody talking about? No, no, the only thing that happened to Charlie is a tragedy.

Exactly. I decided to make sure he knew.

He wasn't going to murder my daughter and get away with it.

Oh. Oh you’re him. Where were you when I was put on trial for it, then? Why didn’t you defend me!

I wasn't there. I'm... not the version you know.

Whatever.

You said you wanted him dead?

Or in jail. As long as he suffers for what he did to me

Consider it done.

Oh?

And does this come with a catch?

...Nothing for you.

Oh no.

What? What’s wrong?

no no no no no-

[she hears static]

Bloody tell me what’s going on?

he's dead. before I even got to him.

Who?

will.

My Dad?

yeah.

Oh… where are you?

sitting in the back room of the restaurant.

Ok… uh… I’ll be there in 30…

okay.

*she gets to the restaurant quickly, chewing gum.*

What on earth?

What happened?

*he doesn't respond, and he seems to be shaking slightly*

Are you always like this when seeing bodies?

Pathetic.

*she bends down and feels for a pulse*

I-it's just him- i-i'm not usually like this.

*will's pulse is faint, and slower than it should be.*

I think he overdosed on his pain meds.

You don’t want him to die, do you?

No. I don't want that.

Well, I can’t carry him to my car by myself. Let’s go.

I can carry him.

*he picks up will and carries him over one shoulder*

Good.

*she leads them out to her car*

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Hopefully the hospital has Narcan or some bloody equivalent. I’m assuming his pain pills are opioids?

I think so.

Hopefully.

*she starts her car*

I should go with you.

Hop in the backseat with him. I don’t bloody care!

*she runs a hand through her hair*

*he scrambles into the backseat, still shaking*

*she drives to the hospital quickly*

he's going to be fine he's going to be fine-

*she rolls her eyes*

Hey. I’ve got a man here who has overdosed. You can help him, yes?

*the hospital staff nod and quickly take Will back*