"Is everything okay?" The man named Charles asked concerned. "I... uh... oh... my.... god... he's alive" Alice's eyes went wider and wider every word.
"Uh... What... Okay... Ma'am are you okay?" He asked. "I don't... FP..." Alice said pulling the side of FP's shirt, hoping he would say something. All FP could say was "Wow."
"Am I missing something?" Charles asked confused, giving Alice and FP the same look Jug gives when he's confused. "I think I'm gonna pass out." Alice said covering her face in her hands.
"Relax." FP whispered. "I'm really confused. Do you guys need a minute?" Charles asked. "No." Alice quickly popped her head up. "I know this is non of my business, but is everything okay?" He asked.
Alice looked up at FP hoping once again he could say something. "FP?" She whispered through her teeth. "Uh, um... Actually it is your business." He said awkwardly.
"Um, okay. How so?" He asked giving the same look FP did, creeping Alice out even more, if possible. "I know this is a very, very, very strange question... But is your birthday November 24th, 1995?" Alice said cautiously.
"Uh, yeah... why do you know that?" Charles asked completely weirded out. "Oh my god." Alice said taking another deep breath. "How did you know that?" He asked.
"Um...Charles, this is going to sound insane, and I am aware of that. But, um... Hi, uh, I'm Alice Smith." Alice said taking a very deep breath and griping onto FP's hand tighter than ever. "I'm sorry what?" Charles said getting out of his chair and taking a step back.
"You have to be kidding me." Charles said shaking his head. "Oh please don't be mad." Alice said trying not to cry.
"Mad, are you kidding me?" Charles said with some attitude pissing FP off. "Boy, don't you talk to her like that." He said sternly. "FP please." Alice said quietly hoping they didn't start a pissing match.
"Who are you to talk, you're not my dad-" Charles started. "Oh god. Stop, please." Alice said putting her head in her hands and shaking.
"I really don't want to talk to you." Charles said quietly taking a step back. "I figured." Alice said sighing sadly.
"I would really like to talk, just for a minute. Okay?" Alice said hopeful. "You didn't want to talk a few years ago, when I showed up at your door. All you said was 'not interested' and slammed the door in my face." Charles said angrily.
"I am so, so, so sorry." Alice said starting to cry and gripping onto FP's hand. "Look, you didn't want to talk to me then. So why now?" Charles asked getting closer to Alice and FP, with crossed arms. It was starting to creep Alice out how much he looked like FP. Especially, when he's mad.
"I made a mistake, a huge mistake, just please let me explain." Alice said trying to compose herself. Charles shook his head no and started to walk away.
"Please just hear her out." FP said softly. "Why should I. She never gave me a chance. So why should I now?" Charles said. "Because she didn't want to give you up." FP said as Alice buried herself in his chest.
"Why should I believe that?" He asked. "I promise, she didn't want to give you up." FP said giving him a sympathetic look.
"Fine. But why did you do it, why did you abandon me at the psycho house of sisters?" He asked Alice. "At the time, I thought I was doing what was best, and trust me. I regret that decision every single day of my life." She said softly trying not to break.
"Ten minutes." Charles said bluntly.
"What?" FP and Alice both said. "Ten minutes, I'll give her ten minutes to explain." He said.
