He tried to go back, realizing he had forgotten Mr. Floppy, but the flames were already coming up the stairs and almost to his bedroom door. He regret...fully went through the window and retreated to the family's place of safety.After the fire was over and some of the rubble was cleared, he found what remained of Mr. Floppy. The only thing left was his head, and it was covered in soot and burn marks. His parents thought it was just silly, girlish sentiment when he held it and cried. They didn't. Beginning to think more rationally she fixed a much weaker ‘screwdriver’ and called her brother.“Hello.”“Hi, Stephan, it’s your sister.”“And which sister is that? The one who had me falsify lab tests, the one who had me drug her ex-husband, the one who got me to kill that same ex-husband, or the sister who’s disappeared for the past several months without even telling me where she was going.”“Oh, Stephan. Don’t be like that!”“Candy, I can’t help it. There’s been a lot of shit in the news about. There are so many papers to grade; I have no problem rejecting one. And now you may go."Cynthia gasped. "You're using it as an excuse to have less work? Ten seconds? I can't believe it! You are unable to remember any name of any student you teach, you can't explain anything, and now you are trying to avoid work for just ten seconds?"Jones snorted. "You overstep your boundaries, young lady. It's not up to you to judge my teaching or methods. I do as I please. And now get out of here, before I. He had gotten Morgan an ankle braclet to match the I.D. braclet she had gotten him for his birthday. She was seventeen same as him. They would be Seniors the next year, he was going to be gone for the summer and he want to spend as much time with Morgan as possible. He hated having to work over Christmas vacation but it was worth it if he knew Morgan.He dressed casually, he put on his coat and put her present into his pocket.It was cold and the roads were slick with rain as he drove to her.