Thaddeus had fallen asleep with his two children in his arms. They had been watching Manic Though Friday. Which was a TV show that had been based on true detectives at one point in history. But Thaddeus could never of known how real Manic had been. Or John.
“I hate you, you’re crazy, you’re nuts, you’re Kookie Manic..Somethin’s wrong with that big fat head of yer’s.”
“I’m sorry..I’m tired..I just..Want to go to sleep.”
“Well no on here is stopping you..”
“Four rooms, four whole rooms to choose from, and you gotta sleep with me, in my bed.”
“...I feel safe with you near.”
“...You’re breakin’ my heart...”
“Oh do be quiet, and settle down. Go to sleep John, You’ll feel better later.”
John mumbles but the scene fades to black as the two detectives fall asleep after another hectic day in the life of a 1950′s detective in New York.
Thaddeus woke to the sleepy ending scene of the show, and he looks to who two sleeping children, one cruled under each of his arms.
With his strong fathers arms, Thaddeus scoops both his sleeping children up onto his hips. Both hold to him and shift, but neither seems to wake from the transfer from couch to bed.
He kisses their foreheads and tucks them both in. It’s two in the morning, and Thaddeus goes to the window of his apartment. Far above the city sky, he can see the clouds at the tops of the below buildings. There is a bright flash behind him and his eyes widen a bit. Before he turns around to see...Manic Monday?
Manic wasn’t fully unaware of his surroundings. He’s been getting rather aquanited with his new found skill. Which is finding various doors to various space and time. He could hear the TV playing a tune, and on said TV there seemed to play a show he heard about. About John and he, that he had no part in...The actor they got to play him sure has a fat head...The guy who looks like John though was rather spot on..
Never the less, Manic was breaking an entry and he can’t have a witness to that. He smiles to Thaddeus, which is disarming, as the man is still standing confused by the window. But manic grabs a wine bottle and hurls it at Thaddeus’s head. The young doctor took the end of the bottle full force to the forhead. The bottle cutting open his forehead and effectively knocking the good doctor out cold.
Manic grabs a few things from around the home that he needed. Nothing of value to the Walkers, but of value to him. And then he leaves. But this time out the front door. Leaving Thaddeus to be found by his wife. But luckily for Manic, that blow to Thad’s head, makes Thaddeus forget, all about Manic. Good. Less ties to him, the better.
