" The older Elton said, heading for thedoor. He purposely bumped into himself, dropping hissuitcase down the stairs. The two others laughed."Way to go... lady." Johnny said, laughing.The younger Elton turned and helped pick up the suitcase.He handed it to his older self."Here you are." He said. The older Elton smiled at him."Thank you so much." He said. "I'm just so clumsy." Hegiggled and made a mental note not to do that anymore."No problem. Did you just come into town?"The older Elton thought. One weekend there were no one at home and I asked her “can we meet? It’s been a long time.” she said okay. She lives nearby my area.It was Saturday morning around 10 am we meet in a cafe, she was looking great in her black salwar kameez. I greeted her with a smile. We talked for a while and then I took her to my house.She asked for my parents, I said they were out of town. We both sat on the couch and were discussing the life and how it has been changed over.My look towards her was very. If the girl came out of the coma and confirmed her ID of Morris as her attacker, the case was a lock. But if she died, or if she came out of the coma and ID’d someone else… He leaned forward, stood up, and headed for the door. Maybe he should go to the high school and sit in when Marilyn interviewed the Thompson woman a second time. Tim Jackman decided he really didn’t want to ask one of the nurses at the hospital whether the panties they found in Ben Morris’ apartment might fit Trish Wilkins.. "I'm going to keep you here until you can do without heroin mum" I said softly, trying as hard as I could to keep my voice normal, "It might be two weeks, it might be three, even a month but you're not coming out until you're clean" You fucking little bastard, I'm your fucking mother, untie these straps right fucking now" No mum, I want my mother back"She was in the attic that dad had converted into a recording studio before he tried drugs for the first time, he was dead less than twelve months.