Lisa slipped the camera between the books and ran back out to her room.

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Ripped out her dairy from under the bed, slipped to a new page and began to write;

**/**/**

Quentin gave me a camera and I slipped it in the Basement, he'll tell me what he sees tablet: Apparently it's a camera for his drone so, he's definitely more prepared than I am.

Dad is most likely putting Theodore to bed, or giving him the drugged water; When I told Quentin about it, I warned him to be careful as Dad can lie real quick and can easily pass it off as just letting the medicine dissolve in water to better help Theodore take the medicine.

I don't know what Dad's doing or done, but I'll find out; I need to protect myself and Theodore.

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Quentin pulled out his tablet, turning to the camera app and turning it on.
. . .
He waited.
And waited.
The Basement light turned on, Robert came in looking exhausted but determined.
He shifted the bookshelf and-
A door?!
He entered.
Waiting for what felt like an eternity, he came back with Franklin in his arms; Pale, damaged and that strange purple lightening struck markings that stopped at around his neck.
Robert laid him on the table, picking up a pen and clipboard.
"He's breathing fine, ragged but fine. . . It's just making sure his organ systems don't fail and he doesn't begin to rot, it seems like I've stopped that and only I need to work on his paling, memory, vocal cord damage and. . ."
Robert paused, running his hand through Franklin's hair,"I'll fix this. . . I'll make you stronger, so you never get hurt again. . . And I'll be sure those brats pay for what they did to you and your brother.", he sighed,"And I won't lose you again.", Quentin gulped.
Then Robert's head snapped up to the camera, Quentin's eyes widened as he walked towards it.
"A camera huh? The work of Quentin, either you put my daughter up to it or you're just as sneaky as your father told me."
He pulled it out, holding it and looking it dead in the eyes.
"I'm warning you now cause you're my friend's son; Stay out of this, you'll only destroy yourself."
And the camera cut with a crunch.
. . .
Holy shit he completely crushed the camera definitely.

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"He's doing it to bring him back."
Lisa paused,"What?", Quentin nods,"The camera, he was talking about making sure Franklin's system doesn't fail, how to help his memory and fix his vocal cords.", Lisa stared at him,"So my dad. . . That scream, was it. . . Dad somehow brought him back and is now trying to make it look like he never died?", Lisa sighed, sitting on the pavement with Quentin joining her.
"I know. . . I know Dad is grieving, mom too and Theodore. . . I know they're mad, I am too but. . ."
"I still can't believe he was able to do that. . . But, how? But. . . What about those odd purple marks?"
Lisa shrugged,"When Franklin was found, he had those on him. . . So it happened before he died.", "Well, where was he before he died?", Lisa pointed, and following her gaze it landed on The Weather Station.
"Up there. . . Where him and Theodore were attacked."
"Does Theodore remember it, we could ask him but. . ."
Lisa shook her head,"Not without Dad being close by, that and if we did, we could trigger a panic attack. . . But, I do know he tired to tell Dad he was sorry for going up there, that they were ambushed and then. . . Something about a lazer, but Dad told him it was 'just a bad dream', so he may remember the attack but everything else might just feel like a dream to him.", Quentin nods, looking at the Weather Station that sat far away and looked over the town.
"Think we can get in?"
"Definitely; But we have to do it later, we have dinner."
Fuck. . .