[later in the morning, the couple both went to the police station]
Police: [sees them] Oh, hey, good morning. Ur here for ur father's personal effects?
Peepers: (signs) I am.
Police: Would u want to go identify ur father's body first?
Peepers: (think) ... (signs) I suppose, yes.
Police: Come this way [leads them to the morgue downstairs]
Peepers: (followed them)
Sylvia: [followed along as well]
Police: [opened the morgue door for them n led them to a body laying on the table with the bedsheets covering it]
Peepers: :( (was a little nervous)
Sylvia: [squeezed his hand reassuringly]
Peepers: (squeezed her hand back)
Police: U ready?
Peepers: (nod)
Police: [removes the sheet, revealing the body, confirming it was Vision]
Sylvia: :(
Peepers: ... ;(
Sylvia: [wrapped her arm ard his shoulder]
Peepers: (hugged her)
Police: So do u confirm his ID?
Peepers: (signs) That's him. :(
Sylvia: [nodded in agreement]
Peepers: :(
Police: [nodded n covered the body bk]
Sylvia: Where r his personal effects?
Police: Right here [showed them a tray with items on it] A wallet with some space credits, some lint, a pack of cigarettes n gum, food coupons, a receipt of his last purchase n a suicide note
Peepers: (bit his lip as he took the note to read)
Sylvia: U don't hv to read it if u don't want to
Peepers: (signs) I know, but...
Sylvia: U want to know his last thoughts, don't u?
Peepers: (nods and turned his attention to the note)
Note:
To my son Peepers the Watchdog
If ur reading this, then u know that I am no longer of this world. I know I hv been given a second chance in life, bt that second chance is not worth it if I don't hv my precious wife n ur mother Orb to share it with. I also know that maybe I should spend that second chance to make amends with u, bt being with u will only remind me of wat I did to u n ur mother, seeing the aftermath of wat I did is enough to make me feel guilty all over again, n I can't live with myself n I can't ever forgive myself for tht, evn if u hv. N u look so much like ur mother, which makes it even worse. Pls don't take it personally. It's not ur fault. It's mine. All the signs hv shown me tht I don't deserve to live, tht I don't deserve this second chance, n wen ur lovely wife stopped u from killing me, I realized that I would've ruined the best day of ur life by making a scene n making u take my life. I killed ur mother n almost killed u. I don't want u to live ur life with the burden of murder like I did. I want u to be happy, to live ur life as u deserve. U hv a wonderful wife, n two beautiful children, n I got to see u one last time. I cannot ask for a better closure for myself before I leave this world. I love u, Peepers, n I hope tht u hv forgiven not just me, bt urself as well.
Signed, Vision the Watchdog, ur loving father
Peepers: ... (held the note to his chest)
Sylvia: [rubbed his bk in comfort]
Peepers: ... (signs) There isn't anything else in there? Like...photo of my mother?
Police: I think I might've seen a picture in the wallet somewhere. U can hv a look. I'll be outside if u need anything [left to give them privacy]
Peepers: (took the wallet to double check)
[there was a picture of them, Vision n Orb holding a baby Peepers in their arms]
Peepers: ... ;(
Sylvia: [sees the picture too] Oh, is tht ur mom?
Peepers: (nods sadly)
Sylvia: She looks beautiful, n u do look like her
Peepers: (nod)
Sylvia: U gonna be OK, Pipsqueak?
Peepers: (signs) Yeah... it'll take time, but yeah...
Sylvia: I take it u wanna bury him some place special or significant
Peepers: (nods slowly)
Sylvia: Any plc in mind?
Peepers: (think) (seemed to have an idea but shook his head)
Sylvia: C'mon, tell me. It's OK, I won't laugh
Peepers: (signs) I kinda thought maybe my home world, but because of what happened to it....
Sylvia: Do u know where ur mom is buried? Maybe u could bury him beside her
Peepers: (signs) I never really knew... :(
Sylvia: Maybe we can find out, look it up n then bury him with her there
Peepers: ... (nod)
Sylvia: Bt to do tht, we will hv to look into the case of her murder, which will dig up a lot of old wounds. U OK with this?
Peepers: (signs) ...Yes.
Sylvia: Do u still remember the plc where it happened? Then we can go to the records station frm there to dig info up
Peepers: (signs) It's been so long...
Sylvia: Give it a try, or else we won't know where to start
Peepers: (signs) I was pretty young at the time so it might've been a blur for me, perhaps.
Sylvia: Don't worry, just to think n we can work our way up. I'm going to the police counter to process the personal effects n tell them to hold the body till we find a place to bury
Peepers: (nod)
Sylvia: [left to do her thing]
Peepers: (thought to himself)
[there was a small piece of paper inside Vision's wallet where the money should be]
Peepers: ? (noticed it and took it out)
[the paper wrote "5th Oct 1xxx: Bluetooth Lane"]
Peepers: :O (hurries off to find Sylvia)
Sylvia: [was signing the paperwork]
Peepers: (signs) Sylvia!
Sylvia: [jumped a bit] Woah, wat happened? Wat's wrong?
Peepers: (holds up the piece of paper)
Sylvia: [looked at the paper] Wait, is tht...?
Peepers: (signs) Could be the address where my mother was buried!
Sylvia: It has a date tho, maybe it's something else, bt it's better than no lead. Let's go to the mother ship n hv Computer chk it out. The twins need their feeding anyways
Peepers: (nod)
Sylvia: [thanked the police n left with Peepers n the twins in their baby pram]
Peepers: (thinks more to himself)
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