![]() ![]() it was not meant to be," he said, looking down, and Annabelle felt herself soften a bit as she looked at the man whose eyes reflected nothing but kindness and sadness. "Well, I'd give anything for one," the man on the outside of the cell said, a cup of coffee in his hand, as he looked at Leroy before looking at Annabelle, "My wife and I, we tried for many years, but, uh. "Actually, we were just dropping him off," Annabelle said as she closed her eyes, waiting for the black spots to clear. "So you are, uh, Henry's mother? How lovely for him to have you back in his life," ![]() Just unconscious," he said, and Annabelle nodded a bit reluctantly before standing up, putting a hand to her forehead again as she saw black spots in her vision. "Do not worry," the man from outside the cell spoke up, and Annabelle turned her head to look at him, "She's alright. "Emma," she murmured, quickly getting off the cot and walking over to her sister, squatting beside her. Annabelle put a hand to her forehead as a headache arose, and looked around, only for her eyes to land on a familiar blonde, who was unconscious on a cot a few feet away from her. We have a guest," spoke up a voice with an Italian accent from outside the cell, and Annabelle shifted her gaze to look at the man around his early or mid-sixties, with white hair covering part of his scalp and white beard and mustache and dark eyebrows, wearing a mechanic's uniform. "What are you looking at, sister?" he suddenly asked, halting in his whistles, making Annabelle immediately look away. What the hell? She thought to herself, before bringing her gaze back onto the man, who continued to whistle. The man was sitting on a cot only a few feet away from the, what she realized also was, cot she was lying on, and she looked around, only to see bars of a cell. Annabelle decided to try to sit up again, slower this time, and succeeded, her eyes immediately found the source of whistling, which turned out to be a man around his early or mid-forties, a dark beard with some gray hair covering his face and only some black hair on his scalp. How is it day already? She realized she was lying down on something, and tried to sit up, only to groan quietly as everything spun around for a moment before settling down. The last thing she remembered was driving in the middle of the night. Annabelle's blue eyes opened as she heard someone whistling 'Whistle When You Work', and her brows furrowed when a bright light hit her eyes. ![]()
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