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</div>Terry walked into the precinct a bloody mess.  The desk sergeant jumped up from her seat.<br/><br/>"Good lord, lieutenant!  What happened to you."<br/><br/>"It's not my blood,"  Terry muttered.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Stuart, Terry's partner took up the conversation.  "We were trying to arrest a man for the murder of his wife.  He pulled a gun. We pulled ours.  But instead of pointing his gun at us, he put the barrel to his head and confessed to the murder.  Lt. Morgan tried to stop him from killing himself.  I don't know why.  He was an abusive drunk who killed his wife.  He deserved to die."<br/><br/>Terry glared at her partner and growled.<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"I was trying to stop him from blowing his brains out in front of a crowd of people, including children.  Children who will be traumatized by that jerk's actions.  Meanwhile, a bunch of morons had their camera phones out taking video of the whole damn thing."</b></span><br/><br/>The desk sergeant backed away from her desk.  Lt Morgan wasn't known for losing her temper like this.<br/><br/>Terry took a deep breath and mumbled, "I'm sorry" as an apology.  "When he committed suicide, it was in the middle of City Plaza as hundreds of people, including families, were having lunch.  I need to go to my office and change my clothes."<br/><br/>"Before you go lieutenant, you had a visitor earlier.  A young lady.  She wouldn't leave a name, but she left a message.  She said  your online order that was cancelled has been reinstated out of nowhere. A movie with Keanu Reeves and Lawrence Fishburne... then something about red pill blue pill."<br/><br/>Terry's body stiffened, though she tried to keep her emotions from showing.  "Can you describe the woman, Mabel?"<br/><br/>"Late teens, brunette, attractive, and slightly taller than you."<br/><br/>Emmy!  Almost the last person Terry expected to get in touch with her.  If she was reaching out, it must be something dire.<br/><br/>"Tell the captain I've changed my mind.  I will take some vacation time after all."  Her boss had been trying to get Terry to take some time off for months, but Terry had always claimed she had too much work on her desk.  But if the Matrix had come back to life, she had a feeling something terrible was about to happen.<br/><br/>Terry stopped in her office just long enough to wash up and change clothes.  Her apartment was within walking distance of the precinct, but she didn't want to walk the distance covered in blood.<br/><br/>Terry's apartment was directly above a coffee shop/bookstore.  The perfect location for a coffeeholic and bookworm like her, to whom sleep was a luxury.<br/><br/>Upon opening her door,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fencrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com%2Fimages%3Fq%3Dtbn%3AANd9GcSfpAeFIW9K6U1GROhWINePZy6W_49o0RVBSA%26usqp%3DCAU&amp;hash=bbb35349cecf3a358c40fd95989e4df7" href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfpAeFIW9K6U1GROhWINePZy6W_49o0RVBSA&amp;usqp=CAU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Willy</a>, her beagle scampered up to her.  Scooping him up in her arms, she sat on the couch for a few minutes to cuddle him.  Then told him softly, "Momma's going to have to leave you with Mrs. Murphy for a few days while she takes care of saving the world.  Be a good boy while I'm gone."<br/><br/>"Right.  Saving the world.  As if........" she muttered.  More like screwing it up even more.  She couldn't do anything right in the eyes of Emmy or Addy.  Why was either of them calling on her now?<br/><br/>Dropping Willy off with her neighbor, Terry grabbed her go bag and headed down to the garage.<br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgix.ranker.com%2Fnode_img%2F63%2F1256650%2Foriginal%2Fjaguar-e-type-automobile-models-photo-1%3Fauto%3Dformat%26q%3D60%26fit%3Dcrop%26fm%3Dpjpg%26dpr%3D2%26w%3D650&amp;hash=be10b9f4afa440f5d95b55cad7c1c523" href="https://imgix.ranker.com/node_img/63/1256650/original/jaguar-e-type-automobile-models-photo-1?auto=format&amp;q=60&amp;fit=crop&amp;fm=pjpg&amp;dpr=2&amp;w=650" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">E-Type Jaguar</a>was one of those guilty pleasures she couldn't explain.  She usually walked to work and used police-issued vehicles while on the job.   But she saw it in a scrap yard in pieces and found a couple of mechanics that owed her favors to rebuild it.  She loved it's sleek lines and the purr of it's engine.  It didn't fit her conservative style of dress, but she didn't care.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the Manor, Terry didn't go directly to the bunker, but to the front door of the Manor.  The security system seemed to be set to recognize her, because the door opened up for her.  Walking through the empty rooms, looking for anyone, she came to the music room.  The Steinway was still sitting by the fireplace.  Wandering over, she sat on the bench and lightly fingered the keys.  Music had always been her solace when everyone else was mad with her.  When everyone wanted her to be something other than what she was.<br/><br/>She fell upon the very first piece her mother had taught her.  The piece she played to her mother as she lay dying of cancer.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FDqpPRj6UZqc&amp;hash=a000a51175d5880ec3e9038182a989c5" href="https://youtu.be/DqpPRj6UZqc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Chopin</a>had always been her mother's favorite composer.<br/><br/>When she was finished with the piece, Terry laid her arms on the keyboard and her head on her arms, too tired to go looking for everyone else.