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It seemed as if everything in his world had just died. There he was, Toby, sitting in the hospital when he got the news that his sister had died in the crash. He had been the lucky one, although he would have which places with her in less than a second. Tears fell down his cheeks as he trembled with every shaky breath. Why did this happen to him? Did God not punish him enough?

Toby inhaled, deeply, as he tried to calm down. He would be going home soon. It already had been a couple days since the whole accident, but it seemed like a few hours ago. He would be able to sleep in his own bed, eat in the kitchen, and plenty of other stuff. I bet Lyra would of wanted to do all that, too...He thought, letting his eyes tear up. He perked up when he realized something. It was an unexpected thought, but it seemed to stay with him. His father never showed up to see Lyra, even in her final breaths. Anger flared up in him. He already had disliked his father, but now, he felt burning hatred in his chest. How could he ever forgive him for this?

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Tim sat in his house, he had just got out of work and was exhausted. He hadn't heard from Brian in a couple days. What game was he playing? Tim sighed, shaking his head, forgetting about it. The more Brian left him alone, the better it was for him to focus on what he really needed to do.

Tim walked into his kitchen, looking out the window, letting his thoughts wonder. What was Brian doing? Why did he change so much? What did the creature want with them? What did it actually want? Would things ever fully go back to normal? Tim pondered the last question. Probably not... He thought, realizing when things try to go back to normal, it always changed.

Tim looked over at the stove clock, seeing it was almost 6:00 PM. Why do I have to work on Sunday's? He thought, bitterly to himself. Maybe I'll just pretend to call in sick tomorrow. After all, people have been asking me if I was alright today, it wouldn't be unexpected if I didn't show up. He sighed, taking a seat on a wooden chair in the kitchen. Wasn't Brian suppose to swing by yesterday? What the hell could he be up to? Tim shook his head, abruptly, trying to clear his mind. "Just don't think about it, Tim..." He told himself, quietly. "Don't think about what?" Tim gasped as he whipped around to face the person standing in the doorway. Brian.

"Mind telling me why you're here?!" He spat out, calming himself down. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" A low chuckle exited from Brian. "Sorry to burst in, but I just wanted to speak to you." Tim growled in annoyance. "What do you want?" He asked, now standing his arms folded. "Well, that boy who was in the crash, Toby, is now out of the hospital. And his poor sister didn't make it." He felt a small pang of sympathy for the boy. It must be terrible to lose a sibling..."So?" He asked, shrugging. "Well, I was thinking maybe you could go over to there and speak it him. See what's up with him." Tim scoffed almost laughing. "Really? Are you serious? There is no way in hell I'm going over there and do that. If you want to, go ahead, but count me out." Brian narrowed his eyes at him. "Tim," He started off. "Think about it! There's a whole lot of benefits that can come from this. You can get a good idea of what the creature is targeting and help the next person down the line. Remember? We're helping people!" Tim paused. Brian did have a point, but was it really worth it? He felt guilty bugging him when he had just lost his sister. What would his parents say? "I'll back you up if you need help, Tim." Brian added, quickly. He sighed. "Alright...alright. Just let me change into something more comfortable." Brian nodded in understand as Tim slid past him with a sigh. What was he getting himself into?

Tim exited the car that was parked in front of a blue house with a bit of white on it. "This is it." Brian told him as he exited the passenger's side. "Are you sure we should be going at this time? They're probably eating." Brian shrugged. "It doesn't matter, just hurry along." Growling in annoyance, Tim began walking up to the front the door. He raised his fist and knocked on the door, gently. He waited a bit until someone answered the door. It was a woman, she a had short dark brown hair with deep green eyes, and a shirt that brought out those green eyes. She looked like any average mother, apart from the dark bags that hung under her eyes. "Uh, hello, are you Mrs.Rogers?" He asked, awkwardly, taking a glance at Brian who was behind him. "Yes. And you are?" She questioned, cocking her head. "Oh, I'm Tim and this is my friend Brian...We actually came to speak with your son...is that okay?" He asked, scratching the back of his head, uneasily. "Um...We are actually having a difficult time right now getting settled in...Maybe some other time...?" Before Tim could reply, Brian butted into the conversation. "It will only be a few minutes. We're only going to ask him a few questions and we will be on our way...It's apart of this article we are making." Mrs.Rogers sighed, nodded. "Alright, please come in. I'll get him down here as soon as I can." Brian nodded and Tim followed behind him as they stepped in.

The house was pretty nice. It seemed like any normal house, except for the uneasy silence that filled each area of the house. "You guys can sit on the couch, I'll go fetch Toby." She said and they sat upon the couch. Feeling uneasy, Tim looked over at Brian. "Well, this is easy." He smirked, slightly. Tim rolled his eyes. He perked up when he heard a silent argument going on between Mrs.Rogers and Mr.Rogers. Feeling even more uneasy, he shifted a bit. He looked over seeing a young boy enter the room with Mrs.Rogers. That must be Toby...He thought, seeing his bandaged arm and some cuts that he got from the crash. It looked painful, but Toby seemed to be in no pain as he sat down on the couch next to the other. Mrs.Rogers was about to sit next to him before Brian spoke up. "Actually, Mrs.Rogers, it would be better if we spoke with Toby alone." Mrs.Rogers nodded and looked over at her son, giving him a short nod before exiting.

"So, Toby, we are just going to ask you a few questions." Brian said. He nodded.
"When were you born?"
"A-April t-twenty-eighth."
"Do you remember anything before the crash?"
"Yes."
"How old are you?"
"S-Seventeen."
"Who do you live with?"
"M-My mom...My dad...A-And..." Toby paused for a minute. Tim could see his eyes tear up a bit. "M-My sister..." He felt a pang of sympathy for the kid, frowning. He had been staring at the ground ever since they met, but he could see his eyes. They were clouded with sorrow and dread.

"Okay. Moving on, where do you go to school?" Brian, trying to change the subject.
"I-I'm homeschooled...b-because of bullying..."
"Do you have any disorders?" Way to get personal...Tim thought, bitterly. Toby only nodded. "Can you tell us? It would really help." Toby paused before answering. "T-Tourette Syndrome...S-S-Schizophrenia...a-and C.I.P.A..." Tim raised and lowered his eyebrows. This kid has the rarest disorders...No wonder why he was bullied. "Well, that's about it, Toby. Thank you for talking with us."
"What a-are y-your names?" Toby asked. Brian hesitated and glanced over at Tim, referring that he should answer. "Well, I'm Tim and that is Brian...We should be leaving about now...So, uh, goodbye--" "Thank y-y-you, T-Tim..." Toby said. Puzzled, Tim stood up along with Brian. "Uh, you're welcome...?" Toby took a quick glance at him before looking back down. "Th-Thank you for c-c-calling the police..." He said, nearly a whisper. This took Tim by surprise and he nodded. "Oh, yeah, you're welcome." He said scratching the back of his head. "Well, you can tell your mother we'll be off. See ya." Brian said, breaking the occurring silence. Toby nodded as they fled towards the door heading out.

They both got to the car, getting in. "See? That wasn't so hard." Brian said, looking over at Tim. "Heh, easy for you to say. It appears Toby has a lot of problems, though..." Brian nodded in agreement. "That must be what the creature is after. Especially someone who can't feel any pain. That's an advantage." Tim started up the car, now driving back home. "I suppose, but he seemed kinda...sad." Brian shrugged. "Anybody would be sad if they lost their sibling." Nodding in agreement he focused on the thought still lingering in his mind. He recognized me...