||Hello Neighbour: A Better Timeline||

||Chapter 139: Regular Day At The Station||

Back at the station, Jorge grabbed his laptop and began to work his magic on the cards that could be from Quentin's camera and drone.
"Hmm. . ."
Devon placed the camera footage from the log site down by Jorge.
Keith leaned over to Devon,"Does he usually work on the floor.", Jorge sat, legs crossed, on the floor with papers surrounding him and his phone.
Devon smirked,"Yep, but it helps him work; You'd be surprised.", Keith nods, letting him work as Norman put the photos in evidence bags.
"Got it."
"Really?"
"Yep."
Jorge got up, placing the laptop on the desk as Keith, Devon, Ike and Norman surrounded it.
"Footage from log yard show Crowface has made frequent visits there, taking things or coming out through the mine but what's interesting is Quentin was there multiple times, but each time he was Crowface attacked him on sight.", Jorge showed a clip of Quentin running inside the room, Crowface slamming themselves against the door to get in.
And another showed footage of Crowface tackling Quentin to the ground and throwing Beatrix against a tree.
"Oh."
"Ow. . ."
Devon shuddered at the pain,"How did they not die. . .?", "I dunno. . . But it seems like Quentin and Beatrix really seem to be targets for Crowface. You can't think of what they could have done?", Ike shook his head,"Not like they ever told me anything.", Norman patted his shoulder, Jorge continued,"And the feed from his camera, either drone shots of different places like Otto's, The Police Station, Bakery and some of Crowface, trying to get a picture either of them or without their mask on.
The last one was a picture of Crowface swinging his arm at the camera, possibly taking it out.
"We should try and find the drone."
"Yeah, and Quentin."
"And that Smith guy that broke him out.", Keith stretched, Jorge continued to work and try and get some audio, Devon pulled a map out as himxand Keith began to work were abandoned buildings are to search and tape off.

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"Maritza?"
Maritza stood before her dad, who looked a little better, still sad but happy,"I have a gift.", he held up a scarf,"This was. . . Your mother's favourite, I found it.", Maritza gasped, taking it,"You found it.", "Yeah and, I want you to have it: She would have wanted that.", Maritza smiled and hugged her dad.
"Thank you!"
She patted her head.

=Mother's Day=

Maritza jumped downstairs, Enzo looking at her in shock.
"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
Miguel turned around, Maritza in a white t-shirt, a yellow shirt, black tights, simple shoes and a scarf around her.
"I thought I could wear it for special events."
. . .
Miguel smiled,"You look great dear, and that's amazing.", Maritza smiled, jumping up and down as they left for the picnic.

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Miguel watched as his kids gave the grave new flowers.
"So mom asked you out after a game?"
"Yep. I use to be made fun of because I wasn't very tall, they stopped after showing I was a power house, and your mother just picked me off my feet, saying if none of you want him, I'll take him."
Maritza giggle,"Mom must have been very outgoing.", "Oh she was, you're very much like her the both of you.", Miguel took in the sunshine.
I got the closure Nat. . . Just wish I could at least hug you one last time.

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Finch sat awkwardly across from her mother, things were. . . Rocky, but she only agreed to be civil for her dad, and for answers.
"Mom. . . Why did you do it? Why did you cheat on dad, did you. . . Not want me?"
"No, no, no. . ."
She sighed, her fingers tangled in her hair,"The truth is I. . . Didn't know what I wanted, Finch. . . When it happened, I didn't realise until. . . I couldn't get out of it, I was scared to tell your father, I didn't want to hurt him or. . .", she sighed, looking into her coffee.
"It was just friends at first and. . . Then it became more than that. . . But the last I wanted was to hurt you Finch."
Finch sighed.
"You can ask me anything and I'll answer it the best I can."
. . .
"Fine. . ."
It was a start.

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Molly smiled at the work, since her husband's arrest and divorce she took to looking after the garden but added more colourful colours of all kind and would potentially get more garden decorations.
"Hey mom."
Molly adjusted her hat,"Hi dear, what is it?", Delory held a bag to her,"Happy Mother's Day.", Molly smiled,"Oh thank you dear.", he smiled, as she opened it.
"Oh. . . It's beautiful."
"Yeah, and it's blue. . . Birthstones of December."
Molly held him close, kissing his forehead,"The month we were both born in.", Delory smiled and rested in his Mom's embrace.

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Ivan and Madison walked to the restaurant, Ivan a skip in his step as they did and looked around them, such a nice day.
He saw Finch and her mom talking.
Least she was being civil.
"Ready for the restaurant?"
"Yep!"

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Brenda linked arms with Matthew,"I'm excited for this Italian Restaurant and to spend time together, and. . .", they glanced at Lucy, who was staring at the menu plastered on the window.
"I'm guessing you want Pizza?"
"Pizza! :D"
Brenda chuckled as Matthew shook his head.

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Aaron and Mya held the bag to their mother,"Happy Mother's Day!", "Oh, thank you!", Diana smiled, as her kids brought in the food as Theodore smiled softly, holding his wrist which usually means his arm went numb.
Diana held her kids close for a hug, kissing the top of their heads.
"I love you all so much."
"We love you too, Mom."

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Luanne, Jay and Nicky walked around the museum, admiring history around them saw them setting up a new system.
"AI; Where you can ask the computer that's acting as a historical figure."
"Oooh."
Jay took her hand, she smiled and kissed him,"Thank you.", for what?
Jay nods.

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Jorge paused as he came to his house just up the road,"You know, I can walk back fine?", Devon nods,"I know; It's just a safety precaution. We don't want to lose anyone else and you're my partner.", Jorge nods, he understand but it was odd.
So once he was at the door, Devon bidded him goodnight and left.
Jorge entered his house, pressing a key on his keyboard as a way to fill the silence.
"I'm home. . . The comfort of home."