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Hands full of paper that I know just felt like garbage could just fill my head "statement of Sara Baldwin, breeken, hope.."

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"Agh!"
As this was made knocking began on the door

"O-oh..come in.."
there was a smile on his face with a mug of tea held in hand
"Is..is everything alright"
Sitting down at the desk I held my head as the mug was placed in front of me
"Yeah..just haven't been sleeping.."
"You sound like Jon.." there was a hushed laughter
"Don't say that!"
"You saying that like it's a bad thing"
"Well, maybe it is.."
Getting quiet I lay my head down on the table. As this was set he looked over at the notes and statements that were displayed.
"Still trying to find him?.."
"What do you think?.."
"I told you to try to get your mind off it, you never really know where he is and if he's alive.."
"I'm telling you. He is. I just feel it.."
holding the mug wrapping my fingers around the surface I looked down and saw the content that was in it. looking up to him
"How did you learn to cope when Jon was in the hospital.."
He was shocked by this as he looked at me
"..." he sighed" Marcus.. why do you think I've been trying to say try to keep your mind off it.."
"But Jon's back! Tim's been gone for months!"
"How do you think I felt. after you were.."
He gave a heavy sigh putting a hand on mine.
"I'm just worried. I don't want you to turn up like me.."
"M-Martin.."
I took in his hand rubbing his knuckles with my thumb.
"There is a lot that we are going through and I get it..I mean, I haven't slept in days. And I understand why you're worried. But this is how I'm trying. Because I know if I find a way..I'll be at peace.."

There was a large sigh in the air. "I trust you." he got out of his chair and headed to the door "You need to get some sleep.." upon the door closing I sat there in silence now looking at the photo I had of Tim and everyone in it.. even Sasha. The ringing began to come into view and a laugh started to spiral into having a poor start to the creek.
"heaheaheah, oh Marcus..."
"Huh?.." I staggered out of my chair "W-who said that?!"
"I am not a who I am a what.."
"You.."
"Hm?"
"It was you! You started this.."
"What? Mee?"
"I Know what you are. Jon told me.."
"Oh is that so?"
It's figure twists around me
"So.. Fairchild.. what do you know?"
"I- how.."
"Oh, I know lots.."
"Does he know? Does the others?.."
"You'll just have to see for yourself or he already knows? Could get some use of that archives"
He cackled having ringing come into my eardrums having the sudden creek of a door once again, then silence once more
Sighing I looked down at the statements having the photo next to them "Don't worry Tim.. I'll find you.."

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