He didn’t know how.
His mind screamed at him – no, this isn’t possible, Schneep! No way could this make sense! He…Jakob was 6 when he got on that flight. He was young, small, innocent – so full of life.
Robbie…Robbie had the body of a young man. A John Doe who was found washed up on some deserted beach. A man with no identity.
These tests have to be wrong.
The red letters stare back at Schneeplestein, as if trying to make themselves more prominent. As if screaming at him, ‘it’s true! It’s all true!’
The test results and samples he had taken from Robbie that day were positive. A positive ID to Jakob and Victor Schneeplestein. Two children who were suppose to be in a watery grave, yet…a piece of them just in the next room. A link between them and Schneeplestein alive /in the next room/.
/Jakob was in the next room, alive in the body of a poor man, left to die alone in the cold clutches of the ocean/.
It’s too much for him to handle. Schneeplestein throwing the papers and curling up. Sobbing. The sobbing of a broken and relieved man. The sobbing of a parent reuniting with their child.
Robbie shuffles awkwardly to the door. Opening it gently as he holds the teddy bear – Andy – to his chest. Something inside him – inside this rotting body of his, beckoned him closer. Slow movements reaching the doctor as the zombie dropped the plushie to the floor.
Embracing the doctor in a hug from behind. Tightly gripping, a warm rush of emotions bursting inside Robbie.
“…I love you, Doctor…”
Schneeplestein holds his arm, and clings. Clings on as tightly as he could.
“…I love you too, Jakob.”
Can I make a request? Going with the whole “Robbie is one of Shneep’s dead sons” thing… What if Shneep does a test and discovers Robbie is in fact the remains of his youngest son? Robbie finds him crying and doesn’t know why and wants to make him feel better and Shneep… I dunno how he’d react.
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