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03 Comes Great Responsibility
After running some distance into fog, Quinn took to the rooftops and trees, and swung aimlessly around Lawndale.


Peterson arrived at the Morgendorffer’s place at 1111 Glen Oaks Lane. She dreaded notifying the next of kin. She had tried to follow the daughter, but she had disappeared into the fog. ‘One thing at a time though.’

She rang the doorbell, and a middle aged woman bearing a significant resemblance to the aforementioned teenager answered it. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Helen Morgendorffer?” Peterson asked in a grave tone.

“What’s wrong?” Helen asked in concern.

“It is your husband. I’m afraid, he was shot earlier this evening.” Peterson paused before adding. “He… passed away at the scene.”

Helen was quiet, for a moment before calling out “DARIA!”


Daria was reading when she heard her mother call out suddenly in a panicked tone. The book fell to the floor as she dashed out.

She came down the stairs to find her mother crying. “Daria?” the police officer asked.

“I am she.”

“I’m afraid that your father is dead.”

“Dead?” she asked, her heart beating fast.

“There was an attempted carjacking. The assailant is still loose,” the officer answered. She turned to her mother. “There is something else; your other daughter, Quinn, came upon the scene and was present when her father passed. Then she ran off into the night.”

“You didn’t stop her?” her mother asked.

“There was fog. We are looking for her, as well as the assailant.”

“I will come to the Morgue to identify him,” her mother said. “Then I will look for my other daughter with you.”

“Understood.”

“Daria, stay here and call me when Quinn comes home.”

Daria nodded. The shock was setting in.


And so, Helen left with Officer Peterson while Daria tried to absorb what she had just found out.


Quinn arrived at home as her mother left with the police. She waited for the police car to drive off before swinging down to the kitchen door.


Daria heard the door in the kitchen open. She walked there and found Quinn, rather sad.

“Oh, Daria!” Quinn said, with obvious pain in her voice. She ran forwards and hugged Daria. They remained there for some time.


Helen and Xanthe walked into the morgue. The coroner pulled back the cover and saw that her husband was indeed, dead. “Oh, Jakey! What happened?” she said as she sobbed. She wiped her eyes, and steeled herself. “I need to be at home, with my daughters.”

“I’ll take you back. Maybe Quinn is back now.”

“I hope so! I don’t want to lose her too.”


When Helen got home her daughters were both sitting in the lounge room. Quinn ran to her mother. “Mom!” she said before breaking down and crying again.

“Quinn! What happened?”

“He was already shot! But it’s my fault.”

“How is it your fault, Quinn?”

“If I didn’t accept a ride, he wouldn’t have been there!”

Helen knew that she was holding something back, but didn’t want to press.

“I’ll go now,” Peterson said.

Helen turned and nodded.


The Morgendorffers would then go and prepare for bed, but their grieving had just begun.

“Janie! Daria is on the phone, it sounds like she’s upset,” Trent said.

“That doesn’t sound like Daria,” Jane said.

“Still, it’s Daria.”

“Right.”


“Daria?”

“My father is dead. He was shot earlier this evening,”

Jane could tell that her friend was telling the truth. “Shot, in Lawndale? I will be over soon.”

“You can come over in the morning. We’re rather shook up here. Quinn especially. It seems that he had driven her to a date.”

“I’ll be there in the morning.”

“That would be best.”


Quinn tried to go to sleep, but found that she couldn’t.


Helen received a call from her boss, Eric.

“I’m sorry, but I have received terrible news! Jake has been shot!”

“Oh!” Eric said.

“He’s gone, so I don’t have it in me right now.”

“Right. Tomorrow I will sign the paperwork for bereavement leave.”

“Thanks.”


She too didn’t get to sleep that night.


Lawndale Sun Herald
Monday November 5, 2000
Deadly Attempted Carjacking Downtown
There was a deadly attempted carjacking last night on Fifth Street.




The next morning, a rugged up and highly caffeinated Jane, rang the Morgendorffers’ doorbell. She wanted to support Daria in her time of grief.

Helen answered the door. “Jane! Thanks for coming over. I’m sure Daria needs the company.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Jane said. “But what about you?”

“I’m on bereavement leave,” Helen said as Jane entered.

“But your friends?”

“Those who live near Lawndale will be visiting.”

“None in Lawndale?” Jane asked.

“I haven’t had time?” Helen answered with regret. “And my sisters will be here for the funeral.”

“I see,” Jane said as she went up the stairs.

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