Disclaimer: The proceeding has characters, themes, and phrases borrowed from the television program "The Pretender." I am not using them to make money, I only want to share what I wanted them to play after IOTH. Obviously they don't have half the brain they 'pretendet' to have not continuing the shindig. Don't sue me for my opinion cause there is nothin there but my very rich phantasies. So let's right head in.

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"I've read the scrolls, Angel, and I'm returning them to the sea. It's the only way to stop the Parker-Madness. The madness that started the Centre."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was she dreaming?

"What?" With her face an only mask of disbelieve.

"The scrolls are real. So is the pain they enflicted especially on your mother. I know that now and it is time to fulfill her wish and send it where it belongs." He stated on. She couldn't move or say anything as if her feet were tied to the floor or someone had paralized her.

"It controlled our family too long." With a gesture he went on. "Hang on to something, Angel. You can't come with me, not this time.

One thought came to her mind. "Daddy, are you just gonne leave me here to die?" She felt panic rising and if her heart would beat any faster it all could end right now in an heart attack.

"No no, you'll be alright." He points to the casket that hold the scrolls. "It's not how they say it ends." He turns to leave the plane. "Wait! Dad! I have to know!" she pleads. He looks at her. "Are you - my real father?" He still looks at her as if he considers leaving without answering that question. But he knows, he cant't do that. "I love you as my daughter, that's all that counts." He seems not being satisfied with his answer. "Don't be sad. The new Parker legacy begins with you. God be with you, Angel." Mr Parker turns around. "Wait!" He jumps. She screams.

The screem clangs in the silence of the night. Miss Parkers damp slim body pants heavily. And with every new gasp her mind comes more into reality. She finds herself no longer in that dangerously fast descending plane. It was again one of those bad dreams. She shudders about some remaining images. Herself in that plane and her father ready to jump, leaving her. The new Parker legacy ... starts with you. His last words still echo in her head.

There would be no more sleep tonight. She knew from the other nights where she had tried to, so she could as well get up and start on her morning routine. A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand revealed the lack of sleep. 4:30 in the morning. With a heavy sigh she lifted her body.

She felt weakness crawling up her knees and every further step she took made her view more blurry. Instantly the tall brunette reminded herself why she definitely should stay in the warmth of her bed. Three weeks ago she had her second ulcer surgery within the last year and although she had been back at work again, she didn't regained her full strength back yet. Only the bed wasn't a good choice as those bad memories would reappear, haunting her dreams. With another heavy sigh Miss Parker slowly made her way down to the the livingroom and sneaked onto the sofa. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and awaitened the time that would make her pain disappear. Awake, until the first sunlight would remind her that not all the darkness was meant to stay.