Amongst the paperwork sent from the academy, they’d requested copies of various legal documents about Jakob, namely his birth certificate and state I.D. card. Raymond would also have to start the process of acquiring passports for them, seeing as how they’d be travelling into and out of Canada.<br/><br/>Drifting past the family room, not only could he tell that Jakob was gaming, but he could also tell it was a<i>Halo </i>game, as he heard a few Grunts hurling comical insults at Master Chief. A few spent rounds and explosions later, and bye-bye Grunts. Raymond smiled while visualizing the carnage his son was dishing out on screen. He was also suddenly aware of losing his co-op partner to future gaming sessions. Playing online, he guessed, was also an option, with the assumption of Jakob having any free time to do so.<br/><br/>Now in his converted home office, from one of the desk’s drawers, Raymond retrieved an orange file folder, with built-in dividers. It reminded him of a mini accordion. Holding it from its closed end, a lone sheet of paper slid out and landed on the desk. It was folded in half, thereby masking what it was about. Curious, he placed the folder on the desk and picked up the stray paper, unfolding it at the same time.<br/><br/>It was Olivia’s death certificate. With saddened eyes, and for no obvious reason, Raymond scrutinized the document’s details once more. About to return it to its rightful place within the folder, this simple task was frozen as he noticed a pair of names at the bottom right of the page.<br/><br/>There were two names, both in print then followed by signatures. One read Stanley Wicks, MD. Directly underneath it was Alexandria McCallington, MD. He held onto the certificate and stared long and hard at that name, realizing that his minor mystery had just been solved. Raymond still didn’t recall the doctor’s face from that fateful night. Truth of the matter was that he didn’t recall much of anything from that horrible evening, other than not being able to say goodbye to his wife.<br/><br/>She was there. He knew he’d eventually remember why her face tugged at his memory so much. Along with Dr. Wicks, Dr. McCallington and some nurses had worked desperately to save Olivia’s life, though they ultimately failed. Failed? That was a pretty harsh way of putting it, he thought. The odds, after all, were stacked against them when she was rushed into the emergency room. No, no one had failed, Raymond decided. Instead, he’d be forever grateful to all of them for doing their best to resuscitate Olivia. He harbored no bitterness or resentment toward any of the medical staff at the time, nor did he now. In his eyes, Drs. Wicks and McCallington were just shy of sainthood.<br/><br/>If anything, any and all animosity was reserved for that douchebag drunk driver who ran a red light, T-boning Olivia’s sedan. Officers at the scene told him their breathalyzer revealed the intoxicated driver’s alcohol level was twice the legal limit and that he was travelling in excess of 75 mph prior to the collision. Raymond was then reminded of something prescient his dad had said years ago, that God protected idiots and drunks. Sure enough, the offender walked away from the accident with nary a scratch. He later learned that the man was placed under house arrest for two years, having to wear an ankle bracelet the entire time. Absolutely no jail time served. That was then; currently, he was a free man. Truly, his dad was right.<br/><br/>Finally satisfied with matching up Dr. McCallington’s name with why she was in his mental recollection, Raymond returned to the task at hand. Namely, finding the requested documentation about Jakob.<br/><br/>There was no viable reason for Raymond to ever again think about Dr. McCallington.