Thank god I am not going to be questioned, again.

I open the door the lady's restroom then shut the door behind me entering the room. I quickly walk towards the stall keeping down my lunch covering my mouth. I open the door to the toilet and shut it behind me. I puke into the toilet feeling so sick at the nasty images. I take a couple breaths reassuring myself in a low voice that Xenomorphs cannot harm me.

God, I am making myself cry talking that way.

I lean my back against the wall to the stall feeling tears coming out.

"Damn Fred," I said. "Why did you have to go?"

I go through my hair turning my head downwards.

That day where many people died still haunts me, physically and memory wise too. I wipe on and around my mouth wiping away what hadn't landed into the toilet. I drop the toilet paper into the water then flush it. I look up towards the ceiling thinking back to what could have been done on Bouvet Island. I gave it much thought for twenty five minutes—that I know because my watch read a different time the next I looked at it—in the stall. There is nothing I could have done to prevent Fred's death.

I go to the sink, wash my hands, and use a paper towel to wipe off the remaining bits of soap.

I toss the paper towel into the garbage can.

I walk out of the woman's restroom with my purse in hand and my high heels clicking against the squeaky clean floor. I drown out the pesky annoying sounds heading back to the courtroom feeling a bit better. I had my fake brave face on to charge through this unsure hour. I sit down in a bench. People came in lines, slowly, ever so slowly.

Five minutes everyone is seated.

I notice a family of three up front; one wore a big wide hat and another wore a baseball hat. I can tell the young girl is wearing a big wig lacking sunglasses and had a black coat with a highly raised collar. Judge Caffrey came to his seat, Prosecutor Bill and DA Scottly came to their respective tables as did Mr Force. Judge Caffrey taps his hammer on the light brown item on his desk.

"Trial has resumed," Judge Caffrey said. "Any more witnesses?"

"I would like to put my client on the stand," Defense Attorney Scottly said.

"Request granted," Judge Caffrey said.

The girl in the front turns towards me giving me a wink.

My jaw lost control. That is the girl. She came with her family to attend her own murder trial. The girl smiles turning away back towards the stand leaving me feel as though I entered the Twilight zone. I close my mouth regaining control over it.

Mr Force gets on the stand.

"Why was Miss Follymayers shopping with you on the day of September 18th,2013 when she could go with her parents?" Prosecutor Bill asks.

"Her parents disowned her," Mr Force said.

"Well, as all the witnesses have accounted," Prosecutor Bill said. "They never do that to their only daughter."

"Parents do the silliest things," Mr Force said.

"And you are 49 and she is 18," Prosecutor Bill said. "Big age gap between you two."

"We were in love," Mr Force said.

Prosecutor Bill paces back and forth rubbing his chin raising a brow.

"In love?" Prosecutor Bill asks. "But the eye witnesses say Emerald broke it off with you."

Emerald Follymayers; that is a...strange name.

"They are lying, sir," Mr Force said, patiently watching the prosecutor. "We never broke it off."

"It is true that woman fall for men twice their age," Prosecutor Bill said.

"Yes," Mr Force said.

"And they like them bald," Prosecutor Bill said.

"Very true," Mr Force said.

"And with gray streaks," Prosecutor Bill said.

"What are you intending to say?" Mr Force asks.

"When a woman says it is over to you," Prosecutor Bill said. "Instead of grieving and being mad about it you trap her in your house shortly after hijacking her ride and taking her electronic devices. Now that should be kidnapping only her friend doesn't have wifi at her house."

"But it is not kidnapping," Mr Force said.

"You were keeping a girl against her will at your house," Prosecutor Bill said.

"She could have left if she wanted to," Mr Force said.

"But a teenager feels inclined to take their electronics everywhere they go and a teenager has everything on their phone," Prosecutor Bill said,holding up a bag with a duplicate version of Emerald's phone. I can tell it is not the real deal as it does not have diamonds all over. "Evidence 1."

"That's not her phone," Mr Force said.

"Why yes it is," Prosecutor Bill said, putting down the evidence on the counter.

"I know her phone and her phone has diamonds," Mr Force said.

Prosecutor Bill tilts his head raising a brow and the left edge of his mouth raises up.

"How do you know that?" Prosecutor Bill asks.

"I bought the phone for her," Mr Force said. Prosecutor Bill straightens his head, lowers his brow, and lowers the corner of his mouth. But Prosecutor Bill has a look of disbelief on his face. "And super glued the diamonds to the phone."

"How much are the diamonds?" Prosecutor Bill asks.

"A couple grand," Mr Force said, as Prosecutor Bill walks to the side with one eye towards Mr Force

"Hm...where did you come up with that?" Prosecutor Bill asks, walking back the other direction tapping his fingers.

Mr Force stops white faced staring at the girl's direction.

"Permission to treat the witness as hostile," Prosecutor Bill asks.

"Request granted," Judge Caffrey said.

"Where did you come up with the expensive diamonds?" Prosecutor Bill asks.

Still no reply.

"Did you deliberately kidnap Emerald, take her phone, and make sure she could not get on any device without your permission and did not have any sort of contact with her parents?" Prosecutor Bill asks. "Answer my question, 'good sir'."

"Yes," Mr Force said, leaning to the side with his eyes wide in horror.

"I rest my case," Prosecutor Bill said, turning away.

Mr Force stood up.

"EMERALD!" Mr Force said, as Emerald puts on a pair of typical sized glasses. "I know you are there!" DA Scottly looks confused at his client's reaction. "Come on, what did I do?" He pats on his chest appearing to be distressed. "Do I need to say sorry? I am sorry for whatever I did, Emerald! Tell them it is all a trick!"

The court officers had to drag Mr Force out as he acted so crazily.

Two hours later the verdict came back; guilty.