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Segment Six -It's In the Family- Nick was sitting in the air conditioned office of the owner, waiting for him to get back; he had been there about 30 minutes with a small section of the hood on the counter.  He sat there looking at it with his feet elevated on the counter leaning back on a padded computer chair.  He could assume things about what he sees, but assumptions can get you in trouble; you know what people always say about assuming things.  He heard the chimes on the front door of the office and stood up, assuming it was the owner, but it wasn't; it was a man in his early twenties about the Nick's height.  The man asked him for a

(Currently Untitled) Segment One -All Alone- The stars shone brightly on the shielded window.  A young boy, alone. In his cold and lonely room, Nick sits quietly by himself.  The blades of his fan hum softly, almost hypnotically.  He is a quite young man, who usually keeps to himself; he never really interferes with other peoples' affairs yet never opens up to expose his own.  His room is his safe haven; the only place where he can be himself.  His dark brown hair dangled just above his mysterious brown eyes and his large built body was tense as he sat. Tonight is just another day that Nick will spend alone in his room.  He really only ha

Segment Two -No Little Girl- (Diane the next day) The stars shone brightly on the shielded window.  A young girl, dreams. Diane lies in her comfortable bed, soundly asleep.  Her golden blonde hair being tossed about her body you would expect to be of pure silk.  Beneath those closed eyelids are the softest and most comforting blue eyes you may ever witness.  Lying there in bed she was so innocent, so exposed, so vulnerable.  She dreams of one person; she dearly cares for and loves this person.  "Nick" she repeats in the slumber.  She awakes abruptly by a blaring alarm.  She struggles out of bed to reach the light near the door and flips

Segment Four -Answers- Those words echoed in Nick's mind.  His head began to hurt, he was bewildered and confused, and his heart seemed to pause.  He had almost assured himself that the book would have some connection to Jean's accident.  It was too much to be coincident.  Nick had almost dropped the phone out of his hand and he raised it back up to his ear hearing the Hello's come out the earpiece.  Nick replied by saying that he had accidentally dropped the phone.  He asked her to repeat the last thing she had told him. "I said: Mr. Lester passed away 2 years ago." Nick thanked her and apologized for the inconvenience.  So with a short a