On the Road

*speeds*
Dammit, Jumpy!
Where the hell are you?
*honks horn*
*picks up phone*
*dials number*
*growls into phone*
Stefan, have you seen Jumpy since we left?

*on the phone*
if I say yes,
What do I get?
Let me come with you.

*jaw clenches*
You get off free of bodily harm.
I don't have time to play games with you, cousin.
HAVE YOU SEEN HER OR NOT?

You really should be a bit more nice.
I mean, I'm only trying to help.
*sighs*
besides you can't hurt me over the phone.
I can hang up on you anytime you know.

*sighs*
I know where you live--
You still haven't answered my question.

And I know where you live.
I don't think we're getting anywhere.
What question?

*comes to stoplight and slams head against horn in frustration*
YOU. ARE. WASTING. MY. TIME!
*hangs up*
*mutters*
Dumb-ass.

What if?
*glances at phone*
*looks back at road*
No, she wouldn't..
But she might..
*picks up phone*
*dials Jumpy's cell*
*ringing*
Pick up, pick up, pick up!
*slams on brakes at stop light*

*picks up*
Angelo.
You really think she would have her phone?
I have a message to you.
From her.
*reads of paper*
"Angelo.
You can't change this.
You know where to find me.
If you can. Look into your heart. "
And with that cousin, I shall be as rude as you were to me.
*hangs up*

*eyes widen*
What the--
*dial tone*
*yells at voicemail*
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE'S PHONE?
PICK UP, YOU SORRY BASTARD!
THIS ISN'T FUNNY, STEFAN!
THIS ISN'T A GAME, IT'S MY FAMILY!
*pulls into closest parking lot*
*takes key out of ignition*
*sighs*
*thinks*
Why--if he's not LYING, that is--would Jumpy talk to Stefan and not me?
Maybe he was right.
Maybe I'm not fit to be a father OR a husband.
*pauses*
Did I just think that?

*sighs*
One more call.
*dials Don*
*quietly*
Uncle?

*answers gruffly*
Hello? Do you have any idea what time it is over here?

Please, PLEASE listen and answer.
Do you have any idea where Jumpy is, or why Stefan has her phone?
*pauses*
I don't need jokes or lectures.
If you're in on this, I'm BEGGING you to tell me something.

*on the phone*
Wherever you'd least expect. That's all I can say. A Moretti never breaks a promise, and I'm not about to break one now. Sorry, son.
*hangs up*

Do you people like me feeling helpless?
God, are you punishing me?
I'll go to church everyday.
My son will grow up a good Catholic.
PLEASE, I'll never miss Easter or Saint Nicholas Day.
I'LL GO TO CONFESSIONAL EVERY D--
*face goes blank*
The church.
THE CHURCH!
*starts car and pulls out of parking lot*

*walks up steps of church*
*goes through front doors anxiously*
*walks into Confessional booth*
*mutters*
Not here.
*goes into another*
Not here either!
*sits down, face in hands*
Why do you do this to me?

*head snaps up*
*mutters*
Ireland..
Yes, Ireland.
The old house.
*stands up quickly, hitting head on booth ceiling*
DAMMIT!
*clears throat and nods to old lady standing outside booth*
God bless you, madam.
*leaves quickly*

*starts car again and heads for airport*

On plane.

*taps foot impatiently*
*thinks*
JUST LAND ALREADY!
*sighs*
She'd better never say I don't love her.
I've searched half of damn Europe just to find her.

*Southern Draw*
Hello. My name is Olivia.
I'll be your stewardess for this ride.
Is there anything you need?
*thinking*
Oh he looks very yummy.
Even though he looks a bit angry.

*glancing out window*
*curtly*
No thank you, Oliver.

*startled*
I'm sorry Honey.
My name is Olivia.
Not Oliver.
And I have to bring you some nuts and a pillow.
Its part of my job.
*leaves*
*thinking*
Like I've never heard a rude man before.
Well not an attractive one.

*sighs*
*thinks*
I JUST WANT OFF THIS DAMN PLANE, ALREADY!
*reclines seat*
*glances at wedding band*
*takes off and examines*
*sighs again*

Her are your pillows and nuts sir
*hands*
Oh.
*sees the wedding band*
*thinks*
Damn. He took it off.
Maybe he'd been recently divorced.
Oh. What if his wife died?
Oh I should say something...

I'm sorry for your loss sir.

*snaps out of reverie*
Excuse me?
*face contorts into confused expression*

I'm sorry sir.
You just look awfully depressed.
Like you've lost someone.
*thinks*
He's too handsome to look so sad.