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fardell2409 A Part of the Journey
Quinn Morgendorffer wasn’t sure why Ted Dewit-Cinton wanted her to accompany her on his interview of Norman Osborn.
“Like, wouldn’t Daria be a better idea? You know her better,” Quinn said.
“She’d be too cynical,” Ted answered.
“That’s a good point,” Quinn conceded.
“And I know you’re branching out your interests,” Ted said.
“Mentoring Anna, Ben and Gerald is not exactly ‘branching out,’ Quinn said.
“Broadening your horizons then.”
“That’s right.”
“So would this be,” Ted said.
“So, when?”
“This afternoon, after school.”
“That would be good.”
Quinn looked at the large house Osborn had moved into on the southern edge of Lawndale. “Are you sure?” she asked Ted again.
“I have arranged it with him,” Ted explained.
“So, Mr. Osborn. What do you have to say about the rumors regarding secret labs at Oscorp?” Ted asked.
“Please, call me Norman.”
“OK, Norman. Are you going to answer my question?” Ted asked.
There then an interruption as a servant came in. “Excuse me Mr. Osborn, your son is on the phone.”
“I need to get this. I'll take it in the conservatory.”
“Looks like you hit a nerve there,” Quinn said.
“Just getting to the truth,” Ted said.
Unknown to Quinn and Ted, three people in ski masks were approaching the outside of the Osborn mansion…
“All right boys, this is the big one. Let's go!”
“I wonder if he's really taking a call or if he's just trying to avoid me,” Ted wondered.
“It could be either,” Quinn said.
Ted looked at an urn on nearby shelf. “That looks interesting,” he said. “It looks medieval!”
Quinn looked it, but suddenly her Spider Sense blared… “Ted?” she asked. She quickly realised that Ted had gone. ‘What has he got into now?’ she wondered. She left the room.
After some webswinging she caught up to Ted. “Ted! You can’t just go snooping around someone’s house.”
“Quinn, one could say that a mansion is designed for snooping,” Ted said. “But we could go into the Library and wait for Mr. Osborn to give us the run around.”
They entered the study to find the safe pried open. “Uh oh!” Quinn said. “What’s going on! Run Ted!”
Ted ran as robbers emerged from the safe. But there was another in the hallway. After a brief tussle he was pitched through a stained glass window.
Ted found himself holding onto the outside ledge of the window. “Quinn! Mr. Osborn! Help!” But he then fell.
“I have called the ambulance and the police,” Osborn said to Quinn. “I’m sorry for your friend.”
“Are you reconsidering moving to Lawndale now?” Quinn asked.
“No. Break ins are par for the course when it comes to being like me.”
“Oh!”
“Besides, there are reasons I moved here. But I will bring in the best doctors from New York for your friend.”
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Saturday 6 January 2001
Break-in at Osborn’s New Mansion
Quinn was visiting the Hospital again. She didn’t want to be back so soon after Ben had been released after the snake bite. She found Doctor Phillips checking on Ted. “Is he going to be alright?” she asked.
“My colleagues and I aren’t sure. The fall was pretty bad. He broke his left arm and has a concussion. We want to make sure there’s no brain swelling.”
“I should have got to him,” Quinn said.
“Mr. Osborn mentioned that. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I guess so.”
“He is still here,” Phillips said. “Threatening a malpractice suit as much as your mother would,” he added, referring to an incident the previous year when Daria was hospitalised due to a rash.
“I’ll be back.”
“Ms. Morgendorffer,” Norman Osborn said. “I’m sorry about what happened to your friend.”
“I just don't know what happened. One minute the room is empty and then they appear out of thin air. Do the police have any leads?” Quinn asked.
“They don't think I'm the first one that's been hit. There have been over a dozen of these robberies all over the county,”
“Right.”
Quinn returned to where Ted was still recuperating. “I will find out what happened,” she told him.
She stayed for half an hour and then left.
Elsewhere in Lawndale. Angie Zammit met her boyfriend Robert Allan.
“I thought you meeting me at the hospital,” Robert said.
“Sorry, I forgot,” Angie said. “How is Ted?”
“Better but not out of the woods yet.”
“That's the thing with this town. It'll always find a way to keep you down.”
“What’s wrong, Angie?” Robert asked. “Is it your Mom?”
“No, I have to do something.”
Daria saw her sister climb in through the window at the end of the hall. “We have a front door, you know,” she said.
“Yes. But I didn’t want to talk to Mom.”
“Oh!”
“You know Ted’s in the hospital, right?” Quinn asked.
“Mom told me.”
“But I was right there when he was attacked.”
“It isn’t your fault,” Daria said.
“That’s what Doctor Phillips and Mr. Osborn said.”
“And they’d be right.”
“But he could have died,” Quinn said.
“But he didn’t. It’s not like what happened with Dad.”
Quinn breathed deeply. “I know that. It’s just, grief, you know.”
Daria hugged her sister. “I know,” she said, thinking that maybe Quinn needed more, professional, help.
Elsewhere, Robert met Joey outside one of Lawndale’s small theaters. “You said it’s urgent?” Joey asked. “But Ted will get better soon right?”
“It’s not that,” Robert said.
“Then what?”
“Two things. First, something’s up with Angie.”
“Oh,” Joey said.
“And Uncle Nate is selling the theatre.”
“He is?”
“Yes,” Robert answered.
“Then let’s find him.”
The two cousins then entered the theatre.
“Uncle Nate!” Joey called.
“Joey!” Nathaniel Callahan said.
“Robert tells me you’re selling the theatre.”
“That’s right,” Nate said.
“But why?”
“Not sure why you’re interested.”
“I spent a lot of time here when I was younger,” Joey admitted, “And this is where Mom and Dad met.”
“I know, but Lawndale has many theatres and business was struggling before the new multiplex opened in the Mall.”
“But who’s buying it?”
“Norman Osborn,” Nate answered.
Quinn Morgendorffer wasn’t sure why Ted Dewit-Cinton wanted her to accompany her on his interview of Norman Osborn.
“Like, wouldn’t Daria be a better idea? You know her better,” Quinn said.
“She’d be too cynical,” Ted answered.
“That’s a good point,” Quinn conceded.
“And I know you’re branching out your interests,” Ted said.
“Mentoring Anna, Ben and Gerald is not exactly ‘branching out,’ Quinn said.
“Broadening your horizons then.”
“That’s right.”
“So would this be,” Ted said.
“So, when?”
“This afternoon, after school.”
“That would be good.”
Quinn looked at the large house Osborn had moved into on the southern edge of Lawndale. “Are you sure?” she asked Ted again.
“I have arranged it with him,” Ted explained.
“So, Mr. Osborn. What do you have to say about the rumors regarding secret labs at Oscorp?” Ted asked.
“Please, call me Norman.”
“OK, Norman. Are you going to answer my question?” Ted asked.
There then an interruption as a servant came in. “Excuse me Mr. Osborn, your son is on the phone.”
“I need to get this. I'll take it in the conservatory.”
“Looks like you hit a nerve there,” Quinn said.
“Just getting to the truth,” Ted said.
Unknown to Quinn and Ted, three people in ski masks were approaching the outside of the Osborn mansion…
“All right boys, this is the big one. Let's go!”
“I wonder if he's really taking a call or if he's just trying to avoid me,” Ted wondered.
“It could be either,” Quinn said.
Ted looked at an urn on nearby shelf. “That looks interesting,” he said. “It looks medieval!”
Quinn looked it, but suddenly her Spider Sense blared… “Ted?” she asked. She quickly realised that Ted had gone. ‘What has he got into now?’ she wondered. She left the room.
After some webswinging she caught up to Ted. “Ted! You can’t just go snooping around someone’s house.”
“Quinn, one could say that a mansion is designed for snooping,” Ted said. “But we could go into the Library and wait for Mr. Osborn to give us the run around.”
They entered the study to find the safe pried open. “Uh oh!” Quinn said. “What’s going on! Run Ted!”
Ted ran as robbers emerged from the safe. But there was another in the hallway. After a brief tussle he was pitched through a stained glass window.
Ted found himself holding onto the outside ledge of the window. “Quinn! Mr. Osborn! Help!” But he then fell.
“I have called the ambulance and the police,” Osborn said to Quinn. “I’m sorry for your friend.”
“Are you reconsidering moving to Lawndale now?” Quinn asked.
“No. Break ins are par for the course when it comes to being like me.”
“Oh!”
“Besides, there are reasons I moved here. But I will bring in the best doctors from New York for your friend.”
Lawndale Sun-Herald
Saturday 6 January 2001
Break-in at Osborn’s New Mansion
Quinn was visiting the Hospital again. She didn’t want to be back so soon after Ben had been released after the snake bite. She found Doctor Phillips checking on Ted. “Is he going to be alright?” she asked.
“My colleagues and I aren’t sure. The fall was pretty bad. He broke his left arm and has a concussion. We want to make sure there’s no brain swelling.”
“I should have got to him,” Quinn said.
“Mr. Osborn mentioned that. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I guess so.”
“He is still here,” Phillips said. “Threatening a malpractice suit as much as your mother would,” he added, referring to an incident the previous year when Daria was hospitalised due to a rash.
“I’ll be back.”
“Ms. Morgendorffer,” Norman Osborn said. “I’m sorry about what happened to your friend.”
“I just don't know what happened. One minute the room is empty and then they appear out of thin air. Do the police have any leads?” Quinn asked.
“They don't think I'm the first one that's been hit. There have been over a dozen of these robberies all over the county,”
“Right.”
Quinn returned to where Ted was still recuperating. “I will find out what happened,” she told him.
She stayed for half an hour and then left.
Elsewhere in Lawndale. Angie Zammit met her boyfriend Robert Allan.
“I thought you meeting me at the hospital,” Robert said.
“Sorry, I forgot,” Angie said. “How is Ted?”
“Better but not out of the woods yet.”
“That's the thing with this town. It'll always find a way to keep you down.”
“What’s wrong, Angie?” Robert asked. “Is it your Mom?”
“No, I have to do something.”
Daria saw her sister climb in through the window at the end of the hall. “We have a front door, you know,” she said.
“Yes. But I didn’t want to talk to Mom.”
“Oh!”
“You know Ted’s in the hospital, right?” Quinn asked.
“Mom told me.”
“But I was right there when he was attacked.”
“It isn’t your fault,” Daria said.
“That’s what Doctor Phillips and Mr. Osborn said.”
“And they’d be right.”
“But he could have died,” Quinn said.
“But he didn’t. It’s not like what happened with Dad.”
Quinn breathed deeply. “I know that. It’s just, grief, you know.”
Daria hugged her sister. “I know,” she said, thinking that maybe Quinn needed more, professional, help.
Elsewhere, Robert met Joey outside one of Lawndale’s small theaters. “You said it’s urgent?” Joey asked. “But Ted will get better soon right?”
“It’s not that,” Robert said.
“Then what?”
“Two things. First, something’s up with Angie.”
“Oh,” Joey said.
“And Uncle Nate is selling the theatre.”
“He is?”
“Yes,” Robert answered.
“Then let’s find him.”
The two cousins then entered the theatre.
“Uncle Nate!” Joey called.
“Joey!” Nathaniel Callahan said.
“Robert tells me you’re selling the theatre.”
“That’s right,” Nate said.
“But why?”
“Not sure why you’re interested.”
“I spent a lot of time here when I was younger,” Joey admitted, “And this is where Mom and Dad met.”
“I know, but Lawndale has many theatres and business was struggling before the new multiplex opened in the Mall.”
“But who’s buying it?”
“Norman Osborn,” Nate answered.
