Date Posted:01:12:24 08/20/04 Fri Author: Vin Subject:
Hope dangles on a string Like slow swinging redemption
He was freaking out here as he looked down at the two month old baby that was crying from its carrier that had been placed on his doorstep. He ran a hand over his head, growling lightly as he paced. He couldn't even say for sure the kid was his - or who it's mother was - but it did bear a striking resemblance to him with his blue eyes and blonde hair...He frowned again, glancing to the diaper bag - he had no idea what do with any of that. In a moment of panic desperation he dialed her number, not surprisingly getting her voicemail, and left a quick message saying that he needed her at his place as soon as possible, that it was an emergency. After that he just sat down on the couch - staring at the thing making all the noise in the middle of his living room floor.
