ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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CHAPTER 33 – FOUND!
"What? What?" Buffy said, into the phone, "where, how?"
"Listen Buffy, go on the Internet, I just sent you what I found," Andrew said, “I just got this from a colleague in Chicago who faxed it to me.”
"Hold on," she said, getting her laptop booted up.
"Just download the attachment, and you'll see it," Andrew said.
Buffy logged on and opethe the letter and attachment.
CHICAGO SUN TIMES MAY 22, 2008
Under news of the weird on page 54 she read:
This past Friday night, police and ambulances were called to The Field Museum in Chicago when a guard shot a naked man who was trying to flee. The guard, who requested his name not be used, said, “I saw this crazy looking, naked guy standing and staring at the dinosaur when I came down from the second floor on my rounds. I yelled and asked him to stop and he took off running. I warned him to stop, but he didn’t.”
Buffy’s heart was pounding with fear now. Shot? He’d been shot?
“Andrew, is it Spike? Is he okay? It doesn’t say…oh my God!” she said, her voice going high.
“Buffy, there’s another article, it might be related, open it up, too,” Andrew said.
CHICAGO SUN TIMES MAY 30, 2008
In a related story from last week.
John Doe?
Man shot at The Field Museum, himself a relic?
The man shot while naked at The Field Museum on May 22nd, is off the hook with the museum, which decided not to press charges, due to the nature of his condition. Nothing was stolen or broken, but it is still not known what he was doing there or how he got inside.
The man, whose name is not being released, is said to be suffering from an unusual form of psychosis, where he believes he is living in another era, while remembering nothing about the present day. He is being held at The University of Chicago Hospitals Psychiatric Ward, pending a hearing on his status. Specifics about him are being withheld, pending family notification.
If anybody has any information about him, please call 312-555-1389.
There was a small picture accompanying the story. Buffy stared at it for a couple of minutes, as her eyes misted over. It was hard to make out, yet there was no mistaking the blue eyes that looked hauntingly out at her. It reminded her of the way she’d seen him look in the school basement, the summer after he’d been gone.
“Buffy, are you there?” Andrew asked after a few minutes.
“It’s him, Andrew,” Buffy said, "and I was just there 3 days ago, they told me they didn't have him there," she said.
"What department did you ask at?" he asked.
"Emergency room," she answered.
"Well, maybe you talked to the wrong person, or maybe they didn't check all the hospital records."
"Or maybe he's not there now!" Buffy said.
"No, I think he’ll still be there. Usually psych patients stay put for a while," he said.
"What else can I do for you Buffy?" Andrew asked, "just name it. Want me to come with you?"
"I...I don't know right now, I can't thank you enough. I just got back from Chicago last night. I was there with Dawn for 5 days and we didn't get this far. Remind me to kiss you next time I see you," Buffy said.
"As long as you don't grope me like last time, I'll think about it," he said, with a little laugh.
"It's a deal. I'll be in touch. Thanks Andrew. I think I love you!" Buffy said.
"You're welcome. I think I love you, too. And Spike," Andrew said.
Buffy smiled as she hung up the phone. Yeah, she always knew Andrew thought Spike was hot!
Her smile quickly faded as she tried to think what she would tell the hospital.
Just then the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Is this Elizabeth Worthington?" a man's voice asked.
"Yes, who's this?"
"My name is Leroy Roberts," he said.
"Yes?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm an emergency room nurse at The University of Chicago. I just saw your notice about the man you're looking for yesterday on the board in the nurse's lounge. William is here, Mrs Worthington. He was my patient on the 20th of May," he said, "You his wife? Sister?"
Buffy paused, knowing that what she said, might influence how and when she could see him and lots of other things as well, "I'm...I'm his wife. You saw him? How was he?" she asked, scared to hear the answer.
"Well, when he came in, he was pretty messed up, he'd been shot by the trigger happy guard at the museum, and he had a dislocated shoulder and a fractured elbow. He also, well, this is something I'm not supposed to tell you, in fact, I'm really breaking all sorts of rules by calling you at all," he said.
"Oh, please, Mr. Roberts, you have to tell me, I've been waiting so long to hear what's happened to him. I was just in Chicago for 5 days looking for him and nobody seemed to have seen him, including your hospital, which I now know he's a," Buffy said.
"Well, alright, but only if you call me Leroy," he said.
"Please, Leroy," Buffy pleaded.
"Well, William was really out of it, he claimed it was 1880, that Rutherford B. Hayes was the president and that Victoria was Queen. He acted like he'd never heard of a phone or a computer, or anything. Thought he was in London," Leroy said.
Buffy didn't say anything.
"Miss? Miss?" Leroy said.
"I'm here," she said softly.
"I just wanted to tell you, that he's up on the 1floofloor in psych now. His doctor is Dr. Turner, and from what I've seen of his records, he's doing alright. In fact, tonight when I had to deliver someone up to psych, I took a look in at him. He seemed alright, was sitting on a chair in his room reading a book,” he said, “but listen. You can't, and that's CAN'T tell them I called you to let you know, or I could lose my job, hear?” Leroy said.
"I won't. And thank you," Buffy said, “you have no idea how much this means to me, and for you to have seen him, actually seen him tonight, oh my God!” she said, her voice near to cracking.
"I just thought you might like to know. I know how it is to have a member of the family go missing," he said.
"I'll be back in Chicago tomorrow, Leroy, will you be around?” she asked, “I’d like to buy you dinner or something.”
"Ah, that's not necessary, but come talk to me tomorrow. I'll be working afternoons in the ER, just ask for Leroy."
"I will, and thanks," she said.
She hung up the phone and jumped up, allowing herself a little happy ‘Snoopy Dance’ while shouting, “Spike, Spike, oh my God, Spike! Buffy then calmed down enough to quickly get dressed, and to make a reservation for Chicago the following morning. The soonest she could get a flight out was at 11:30am, which meant she wouldn’t get there until the end of the day, which was killing her.
She stopped suddenly realizing one very important thing that had been relayed, yet hadn’t yet sunken in. The man she was going to see, in all likely-hood, wasn’t Spike, as he had been. Leroy had said that he called himself William and that he thought he was living in 1880. That was the year he was ‘turned,’ but what if it wasn’t her ‘William,’ just some nutcase that shared his first name and had a fascination about the 1800’s? No, it had to be him. Him, but not Spike. William. William, as he was in 1880?
Buffy plopped down on the couch. He wouldn’t even know her. Tears sprang to her eyes. Maybe it was her punishment for never having appreciated him when he was Spike.
“Stop it, Buffy!” she scolded herself, “this isn’t about you. It’s about Spike, or William. He still needs you and he could be in danger.”
“I told you I’d be there for you, no matter what, Spike, and I will be,” she said, to herself, wiping her eyes.
At 6:00am her time she was on the phone with Chicago.
She was going to call Dr. Turner directly, but then the paper hadn’t mentioned his name, only Leroy had.
She dialed the number the ad in the paper said, after first thinking over the past couple of hours of how she would answer their questions as to why ‘William’ was in Chicago, how he got there, how long he’d been gone for, etc.
“Hello?”
“Um, hello, I’m calling regarding an article that was in the Chicago Sun Times on May 30, 2008, about a John Doe that you have there. I believe that is my husband,” Buffy said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her.
“Hold on please, while I connect you to the right party,” said the hospital operator, after a slight pause.
“Good morning, this is Dr. Turner, can I help you?”
“Mye ise is Elizabeth Worthington, I believe have my husband William, there for evaluation. I…I saw an article in the Sun Times, and I believe that he’s the one that was brought to you after an incident at The Field Museum,” Buffy said, heart pounding.
“William is your husband?” he asked excitedly. He’d had hoped William had a family somewhere, “then that’s really his name, too! I really wasn’t sure!”
“Yes,” Buffy said, relieved, thinking that he sounded nice.
“What can you tell me about William so that I’ll know that I’m actually talking to someone who knows him?” Dr. Turner asked.
“Uh, you mean physically?”
“Yes, that and mentally would be greatly helpful,” Dr. Turner said.
“Crap!” Buffy thought, what did she know about his mental state? But she did know a little about his family, she hoped he mentioned that. But she’d have to be careful. She couldn’t just say, “Why yes, they did live in the late 1800’s!”
“Well, physically, I guess the most noticeable thingsut Sut Sp., William,” she quickly corrected, “would be his blue eyes. They’re very blue and intense,” she said.
“And he has these cheekbones that I think lots of Hollywood wanna-bees would die for. He also has a scar over his left eyebrow that goes in a couple of different directions,” Buffy said. “What else?”
“Well, that’s your husband, alright, Mrs. Worthington,” Dr. Turner said, having listened to him described to a T.
“Why don’t you tell me how long you’ve been married,” Dr. turner said.
Quickly Buffy thought of a date.
“Five years, this past May.”
“I see,” Dr. Turner said, “and what about any other family?”
“Well, he had a brother Henry, and a mother, Anne, back in London, but they were both dead by the time I met William,” Buffy said, relieved that at least that was an easy truth to tell.
“Did William ever discuss under what circumstances his family died?” asked Dr. Turner.
“Um, I believe that his mother died of …cancer, I’m pretty sure. His brother Henry, he was involved in some sort of auto accident years ago. Before William was a grown man, I believe,” Buffy said, hoping she sounded very convincing.
“I have to be honest with you, Mrs. Worthington…”
Buffy cut him off, “Elizabeth,” she said.
“Elizabeth, then. William only talks about his family from London. He has never talked about a wife or…do you have children together?”
For some reason this question hit her the hardest, “No, no children,” she said. As if.
“I’m flying in today. I can see him, can’t I?” Buffy asked.
“Certainly. Just because he doesn’t appear to remember being married, doesn’t mean that once he sees you, it won’t jog his memory, but you should know another thing, too,” Dr. Turner said, “he doesn’t even know what century this is. I mean, he’s been told, but part or his entire mind appears to be living around 1880. I’ve checked some of his references and they’re quite accurate. Even borrowed a couple of things from a friend who owns an antique store and William correctly named them and their uses.”
“Well, he was a history major at Oxford. That time period was his specialty,” Buffy said.
“I see,” Dr. Turner answered. William had told him of his days at Oxford, but he’d related that he’d been an English major, not history. Still…
“You say you’ll be in town later today?” he asked Buffy.
“Yes, I’ll be there by around 6:30pm,” she said.
“Oh, I see. I’ll be gone by then, and I wanted to talk to you first before you saw William, and also, the visiting hours will be over for the patients in Psych by that time. The latest visitors are allowed on the floors is 5:00pm,” Dr. Turner said.
“Oh, please, please,” Buffy pleaded, “I’ve been waiting so very long to see William again, I don’t think I can stand another day!”
“I am so sorry, Elizabeth, I really appreciate how you feel, but my hands are tied. I’d stay late to meet with you, but I’ve got to get home for a family function tonight. My son’s birthday, wife will kill me if I’m late,” he apologized, “perhaps you could just come in tomorrow?” he suggested.
“No! I’ll find a way to get there earlier. You’re there until 5:00pm? I’m going to try to get an earlier flight. I’ll be there!” Buffy said.
“Alright, Elizabeth, I do believe that I’ll see you sometime this afternoon, then. By the way,” he asked, “where are you coming from?”
“California.”
“Oh, I see, and the time difference…Well, good luck, just tell the front desk to let me know the minute you arrive,” Dr. Turner said.
“I will, I will!” Buffy said.
She hung up, and immediately called back the airlines. Finally, she got a much earlier flight out of the Orange County airport. She had only one and a half-hours to get there. Her 8:00am flight should get her into Midway Airport by 2:00pm, that should get her to the hospital before 3:00pm. She jumped into her car and took off.
END CHAPTER 33
"What? What?" Buffy said, into the phone, "where, how?"
"Listen Buffy, go on the Internet, I just sent you what I found," Andrew said, “I just got this from a colleague in Chicago who faxed it to me.”
"Hold on," she said, getting her laptop booted up.
"Just download the attachment, and you'll see it," Andrew said.
Buffy logged on and opethe the letter and attachment.
CHICAGO SUN TIMES MAY 22, 2008
Under news of the weird on page 54 she read:
This past Friday night, police and ambulances were called to The Field Museum in Chicago when a guard shot a naked man who was trying to flee. The guard, who requested his name not be used, said, “I saw this crazy looking, naked guy standing and staring at the dinosaur when I came down from the second floor on my rounds. I yelled and asked him to stop and he took off running. I warned him to stop, but he didn’t.”
Buffy’s heart was pounding with fear now. Shot? He’d been shot?
“Andrew, is it Spike? Is he okay? It doesn’t say…oh my God!” she said, her voice going high.
“Buffy, there’s another article, it might be related, open it up, too,” Andrew said.
CHICAGO SUN TIMES MAY 30, 2008
In a related story from last week.
John Doe?
Man shot at The Field Museum, himself a relic?
The man shot while naked at The Field Museum on May 22nd, is off the hook with the museum, which decided not to press charges, due to the nature of his condition. Nothing was stolen or broken, but it is still not known what he was doing there or how he got inside.
The man, whose name is not being released, is said to be suffering from an unusual form of psychosis, where he believes he is living in another era, while remembering nothing about the present day. He is being held at The University of Chicago Hospitals Psychiatric Ward, pending a hearing on his status. Specifics about him are being withheld, pending family notification.
If anybody has any information about him, please call 312-555-1389.
There was a small picture accompanying the story. Buffy stared at it for a couple of minutes, as her eyes misted over. It was hard to make out, yet there was no mistaking the blue eyes that looked hauntingly out at her. It reminded her of the way she’d seen him look in the school basement, the summer after he’d been gone.
“Buffy, are you there?” Andrew asked after a few minutes.
“It’s him, Andrew,” Buffy said, "and I was just there 3 days ago, they told me they didn't have him there," she said.
"What department did you ask at?" he asked.
"Emergency room," she answered.
"Well, maybe you talked to the wrong person, or maybe they didn't check all the hospital records."
"Or maybe he's not there now!" Buffy said.
"No, I think he’ll still be there. Usually psych patients stay put for a while," he said.
"What else can I do for you Buffy?" Andrew asked, "just name it. Want me to come with you?"
"I...I don't know right now, I can't thank you enough. I just got back from Chicago last night. I was there with Dawn for 5 days and we didn't get this far. Remind me to kiss you next time I see you," Buffy said.
"As long as you don't grope me like last time, I'll think about it," he said, with a little laugh.
"It's a deal. I'll be in touch. Thanks Andrew. I think I love you!" Buffy said.
"You're welcome. I think I love you, too. And Spike," Andrew said.
Buffy smiled as she hung up the phone. Yeah, she always knew Andrew thought Spike was hot!
Her smile quickly faded as she tried to think what she would tell the hospital.
Just then the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Is this Elizabeth Worthington?" a man's voice asked.
"Yes, who's this?"
"My name is Leroy Roberts," he said.
"Yes?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm an emergency room nurse at The University of Chicago. I just saw your notice about the man you're looking for yesterday on the board in the nurse's lounge. William is here, Mrs Worthington. He was my patient on the 20th of May," he said, "You his wife? Sister?"
Buffy paused, knowing that what she said, might influence how and when she could see him and lots of other things as well, "I'm...I'm his wife. You saw him? How was he?" she asked, scared to hear the answer.
"Well, when he came in, he was pretty messed up, he'd been shot by the trigger happy guard at the museum, and he had a dislocated shoulder and a fractured elbow. He also, well, this is something I'm not supposed to tell you, in fact, I'm really breaking all sorts of rules by calling you at all," he said.
"Oh, please, Mr. Roberts, you have to tell me, I've been waiting so long to hear what's happened to him. I was just in Chicago for 5 days looking for him and nobody seemed to have seen him, including your hospital, which I now know he's a," Buffy said.
"Well, alright, but only if you call me Leroy," he said.
"Please, Leroy," Buffy pleaded.
"Well, William was really out of it, he claimed it was 1880, that Rutherford B. Hayes was the president and that Victoria was Queen. He acted like he'd never heard of a phone or a computer, or anything. Thought he was in London," Leroy said.
Buffy didn't say anything.
"Miss? Miss?" Leroy said.
"I'm here," she said softly.
"I just wanted to tell you, that he's up on the 1floofloor in psych now. His doctor is Dr. Turner, and from what I've seen of his records, he's doing alright. In fact, tonight when I had to deliver someone up to psych, I took a look in at him. He seemed alright, was sitting on a chair in his room reading a book,” he said, “but listen. You can't, and that's CAN'T tell them I called you to let you know, or I could lose my job, hear?” Leroy said.
"I won't. And thank you," Buffy said, “you have no idea how much this means to me, and for you to have seen him, actually seen him tonight, oh my God!” she said, her voice near to cracking.
"I just thought you might like to know. I know how it is to have a member of the family go missing," he said.
"I'll be back in Chicago tomorrow, Leroy, will you be around?” she asked, “I’d like to buy you dinner or something.”
"Ah, that's not necessary, but come talk to me tomorrow. I'll be working afternoons in the ER, just ask for Leroy."
"I will, and thanks," she said.
She hung up the phone and jumped up, allowing herself a little happy ‘Snoopy Dance’ while shouting, “Spike, Spike, oh my God, Spike! Buffy then calmed down enough to quickly get dressed, and to make a reservation for Chicago the following morning. The soonest she could get a flight out was at 11:30am, which meant she wouldn’t get there until the end of the day, which was killing her.
She stopped suddenly realizing one very important thing that had been relayed, yet hadn’t yet sunken in. The man she was going to see, in all likely-hood, wasn’t Spike, as he had been. Leroy had said that he called himself William and that he thought he was living in 1880. That was the year he was ‘turned,’ but what if it wasn’t her ‘William,’ just some nutcase that shared his first name and had a fascination about the 1800’s? No, it had to be him. Him, but not Spike. William. William, as he was in 1880?
Buffy plopped down on the couch. He wouldn’t even know her. Tears sprang to her eyes. Maybe it was her punishment for never having appreciated him when he was Spike.
“Stop it, Buffy!” she scolded herself, “this isn’t about you. It’s about Spike, or William. He still needs you and he could be in danger.”
“I told you I’d be there for you, no matter what, Spike, and I will be,” she said, to herself, wiping her eyes.
At 6:00am her time she was on the phone with Chicago.
She was going to call Dr. Turner directly, but then the paper hadn’t mentioned his name, only Leroy had.
She dialed the number the ad in the paper said, after first thinking over the past couple of hours of how she would answer their questions as to why ‘William’ was in Chicago, how he got there, how long he’d been gone for, etc.
“Hello?”
“Um, hello, I’m calling regarding an article that was in the Chicago Sun Times on May 30, 2008, about a John Doe that you have there. I believe that is my husband,” Buffy said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her.
“Hold on please, while I connect you to the right party,” said the hospital operator, after a slight pause.
“Good morning, this is Dr. Turner, can I help you?”
“Mye ise is Elizabeth Worthington, I believe have my husband William, there for evaluation. I…I saw an article in the Sun Times, and I believe that he’s the one that was brought to you after an incident at The Field Museum,” Buffy said, heart pounding.
“William is your husband?” he asked excitedly. He’d had hoped William had a family somewhere, “then that’s really his name, too! I really wasn’t sure!”
“Yes,” Buffy said, relieved, thinking that he sounded nice.
“What can you tell me about William so that I’ll know that I’m actually talking to someone who knows him?” Dr. Turner asked.
“Uh, you mean physically?”
“Yes, that and mentally would be greatly helpful,” Dr. Turner said.
“Crap!” Buffy thought, what did she know about his mental state? But she did know a little about his family, she hoped he mentioned that. But she’d have to be careful. She couldn’t just say, “Why yes, they did live in the late 1800’s!”
“Well, physically, I guess the most noticeable thingsut Sut Sp., William,” she quickly corrected, “would be his blue eyes. They’re very blue and intense,” she said.
“And he has these cheekbones that I think lots of Hollywood wanna-bees would die for. He also has a scar over his left eyebrow that goes in a couple of different directions,” Buffy said. “What else?”
“Well, that’s your husband, alright, Mrs. Worthington,” Dr. Turner said, having listened to him described to a T.
“Why don’t you tell me how long you’ve been married,” Dr. turner said.
Quickly Buffy thought of a date.
“Five years, this past May.”
“I see,” Dr. Turner said, “and what about any other family?”
“Well, he had a brother Henry, and a mother, Anne, back in London, but they were both dead by the time I met William,” Buffy said, relieved that at least that was an easy truth to tell.
“Did William ever discuss under what circumstances his family died?” asked Dr. Turner.
“Um, I believe that his mother died of …cancer, I’m pretty sure. His brother Henry, he was involved in some sort of auto accident years ago. Before William was a grown man, I believe,” Buffy said, hoping she sounded very convincing.
“I have to be honest with you, Mrs. Worthington…”
Buffy cut him off, “Elizabeth,” she said.
“Elizabeth, then. William only talks about his family from London. He has never talked about a wife or…do you have children together?”
For some reason this question hit her the hardest, “No, no children,” she said. As if.
“I’m flying in today. I can see him, can’t I?” Buffy asked.
“Certainly. Just because he doesn’t appear to remember being married, doesn’t mean that once he sees you, it won’t jog his memory, but you should know another thing, too,” Dr. Turner said, “he doesn’t even know what century this is. I mean, he’s been told, but part or his entire mind appears to be living around 1880. I’ve checked some of his references and they’re quite accurate. Even borrowed a couple of things from a friend who owns an antique store and William correctly named them and their uses.”
“Well, he was a history major at Oxford. That time period was his specialty,” Buffy said.
“I see,” Dr. Turner answered. William had told him of his days at Oxford, but he’d related that he’d been an English major, not history. Still…
“You say you’ll be in town later today?” he asked Buffy.
“Yes, I’ll be there by around 6:30pm,” she said.
“Oh, I see. I’ll be gone by then, and I wanted to talk to you first before you saw William, and also, the visiting hours will be over for the patients in Psych by that time. The latest visitors are allowed on the floors is 5:00pm,” Dr. Turner said.
“Oh, please, please,” Buffy pleaded, “I’ve been waiting so very long to see William again, I don’t think I can stand another day!”
“I am so sorry, Elizabeth, I really appreciate how you feel, but my hands are tied. I’d stay late to meet with you, but I’ve got to get home for a family function tonight. My son’s birthday, wife will kill me if I’m late,” he apologized, “perhaps you could just come in tomorrow?” he suggested.
“No! I’ll find a way to get there earlier. You’re there until 5:00pm? I’m going to try to get an earlier flight. I’ll be there!” Buffy said.
“Alright, Elizabeth, I do believe that I’ll see you sometime this afternoon, then. By the way,” he asked, “where are you coming from?”
“California.”
“Oh, I see, and the time difference…Well, good luck, just tell the front desk to let me know the minute you arrive,” Dr. Turner said.
“I will, I will!” Buffy said.
She hung up, and immediately called back the airlines. Finally, she got a much earlier flight out of the Orange County airport. She had only one and a half-hours to get there. Her 8:00am flight should get her into Midway Airport by 2:00pm, that should get her to the hospital before 3:00pm. She jumped into her car and took off.
END CHAPTER 33