Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2004 19:10:03 -0800 From: Liquid Dream Subject: Final Acts/ Chapter 4 part 1 Author's note: Well, I asked for your guys' opinion, and I sure got it. About 40 e-mails into it, I decided I just may continue the story..lol. In total, I received a total of about 60-70 e-mails responding to the notice, all of them asking me to continue the story. If you sent me an e-mail and did not get a response, I apologize. I make it a point to respond to all of those who had the courtesy to write to me, but with this high number of messages, it is difficult to keep up. Most likely, I will be able to write back in the next couple days. Well, here's the next chapter, like y'all wanted. Enjoy! Final Acts Part 4 Sunday morning. The alarm goes off and Anthony Gregorio is shaken from a dream he is glad to escape. "God...I need to see a god damn shrink..." he sighs to himself after wiping the sweat from his face and hitting the button on his alarm clock. He stands and stretches, his muscular arms reaching towards the ceiling. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and sleepily walks into the kitchen. After wolfing down a bowl of cereal, he, still groggily, walks into his small home office. He flips the switch on his nearly ancient computer and stares blankly out the window as it boots up. He clicks on the icon for Microsoft Word and begins to type up the report on Trenton. He becomes so immersed in his work, in drawing out every small detail of the interview that he loses track of the time. After the final period was typed, he hit print and looked up at the clock. It was only 10 O'clock. Plenty of time to get over to the hospital. He shut down the computer, stapled the report and shoved it into his briefcase. He went back into his room and changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top, no need for formalities today. As he walked outside, he was forced to squint because of the brilliance of the sun. He fumbled in his pockets for his keys, unlocked the door and set off for Rosewood. He pulled into the hospital parking lot and took the spot that he had claimed the previous two times. He got out and walked in, not even bothering to lock the door. "Mr. Gre-- Anthony, it's good to see you again," the familiar yet somehow hollow voice of Francene came from behind the desk. "Hello Francene. Is...something wrong?" he asked, as he saw her obviously concerned expression. "Anthony...I need to speak to you," she said. "Alright," he replied, moving closer. To be continued... Author's note: I know, I'm an evil, sadistic bastard, leaving you all hanging like this. What could it be, you ask? Well, I can't say. Please forgive this ridiculously short part, but I have been absolutely swamped with homework. I even found myself debating whether to even send this in, but I said to myself, "Might as well keep them interested." Plus, this'll give your minds a chance to think up fantastic possibilities as to what's happened. I promise, I'll have the rest of this chapter out within the next couple days. ;) Liquid Dreams ;)