Bette and Neville

October 17, 1972, just after 1am

White made his way through the parking garage.

The air was crisp, but not frigid yet. A slight breeze blew through the concrete barriers that looked out over Yonge Street and down towards Toronto’s waterfront.

The baby was sleeping in the carrying basket dangling from his left hand. Though officially unnamed, the staff had began to call her Alice. She was kept warm with a couple of blankets snuggled into the basket.

It was just cold enough that he could see his breath as he walked along. He carried the infant to his car, a gray BMW, and opened the back door. He lay the basket on the seat, closed the door and opened the driver side door.

A car door opened behind him followed by a voice, “Doctor White?”

He jumped. Turning, he saw Bette standing by her car. “Hi, Bette. Rough night?”

She stepped towards him. “You’ve no idea.” Her brunette hair was in a customary bun. She had a long trench coat with the blue pant legs of her scrubs poking out below with sneakers underneath.

He wondered how it was that he had not heard her footsteps before now. Then, when he saw the gun, he understood.

Bette held a pistol in her right hand. “We’ll take the child from here.”

He reached into his pocket and grasped the butt end of his own pistol. “We? You’ll never…” Everything went black.

“I can’t believe I did that.” Neville stood over Doctor White’s body. “He’ll wake with a bad bruise.”


“I didn’t like hitting him.”


“He had a gun, too. Did you see his gun?”


Neville was younger than Bette by a good ten years. He towered over her, however. His blonde hair was short and thick glasses hung off his nose. The gun shook in his hand. “Bette, I didn’t like hitting him. Is he a real doctor?”

Bette shook her head. “Neville, get Alice from the car.”

Neville stepped over the unconscious body and opened the back door. “Why are we doing this, again?”

“She’s evolved. We can’t let him take her.” Bette opened the door of her white Datsun.

He pulled the basket with the sleeping baby out and closed the door. “Evolved, right. What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She took the basket from him and put it in the Datsun. “Get in. We have to be across the border in three hours.”

He did as instructed while mumbling something about him doing anything to get laid.

Bette slipped behind the steering wheel. “Hold on.”

Neville grabbed the arm on his door and held on as Better quickly directed the car down to the street level of the parking garage and out on Yonge Street just as a lightning flashed across the sky. “So, where to boss?”

“You’re a papa, now. Where do you want to go?”

Neville’s pale face went even more white. “Papa?”

“Colorado. We’re going to Colorado. Place called Yukon, Colorado.”

“Yukon? I know where the territory is, but where is Yukon, Colorado?”

She grinned as she took the on ramp stating QEW West. “You’ll find out in about a week.”

Neville nodded. “Let me know if you want me to drive.”

“By the way, the wedding rings are in the glove box.”

Neville chuckled. “I forgot about that, Mrs. O’Connor.”

She gave him a mock glare. “Separate beds, tiger. Not part of the mission.”

He curled his lower lip in a playful pout.

“Stop that, you’ll make me cry.”

He chuckled. Glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping baby, he asked, “By the way, you said the baby here had evolved. What the hell does that mean?”

Bette smiled before her answer. “First, the baby is your daughter, Alice. Second, need to know and you will find out when you need to know.”

Doctor White awoke. His head, no longer quite as oblong as it was before as a welt was forming and causing roaring pain.

He slowly stood and got his balance. Leaning against his car, he glanced at the open door showing the back seat was empty of the basket full of child he had left there.

“FUCK!” He slammed both fists on the roof of his car. He closed the door and ran back through the lot and into the building. At the same pay phone from the other night he dropped in another dime.

“It’s White. Pandora has the baby.” He paused and listened. “I need a background check on Bette O’Connor. She was a nurse here and was the one that ambushed me.” He gave a shrug and checked his watch. “Not sure, but at least two hours.”

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