Grandpa Snow
by brandi

Early Edition and its premise and characters are owned by Sony Tristar Pictures.  No profit is being made from this story, and no infringement is intended.

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Grandpa Snow
by Brandi

"Gary, what is it?" Marissa asked drastically.

"12 Killed in Warehouse Explosion," Gary read aloud.

"What time?"

"In twenty minutes. I got to go!" And with that, Gary set off.

"Seven minutes," he muttered to himself.

"Gary!" he spun around, thinking he'd heard his name. "Gary Hobson! Hey! Gary Hobson!" He'd heard right. A girl of about thirteen walked up to him and smiled.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Oh, well, I'm kind of in a hurry right now--"

"The paper."


"Come on, Mr. Hobson. I know your secret."

"Excuse me?"

"I know you get tomorrow's"

"How do you--"

"It comes to your doorstep every morning at about 6:30 with a little orange tabby cat..."

"Who have you been talking to?"

"Listen," she said, "you have to go save that building from exploding right now, so I'll let you go."

"H-how do you know that?"

"All my information's on this," she said, handing him a ripped pieceof paper.


"It's got my name, phone number, where I'll be staying. Call me later."

"Thanks. I--"

"The name's Lily Snow."
And she flipped around, her long brown hair trailing far behind her.

"Snow?" Gary inquired.

"Yeah! Go!" she called from across the street.
As Gary sprinted to save the building, Lily sat on a nearby bench.

"Wow, Grandpa didn't tell me gary'd be that cute..." she giggled as she fumbled for her cell phone.

"Hello?" she answered as she looked at a woman seated next to her.

"Grandpa -- no. I--"

The woman continued listening to her conversation, but never once looked at Lily.

"Yeah. Gary Hobson, just like you said."

The woman on the bench jumped with the sound of Gary's name.

"I think he thought I was crazy... But he knew exactly what I was talking about. I gave him my number and stuff. He'll definitely call me. I can tell..."

A few minutes passed and she said, "Okay, Gramps. I'll call you later. Bye."

"Excuse me," said the woman on the bench beside her.


"I didn't mean to listen, but I couldn't help overhearing you mentioning Gary Hobson?"

"Yeah, I did."

"He's one of my best friends," the woman said "My name's Marissa. Marissa Clark."

"Really? Nice to meet you, Marissa. I'm Lily. Lily Snow."

"Snow?" Marissa asked, just as Gary did.

"That's exactly what Gary said..."

"You're not by any chance related to Luscius, are you?"


"Hey, kitty," Lily said to the cat that just brushed up against her leg.

"That's Gary's cat," Marissa said.

"No, this is my Granndpa's cat... Now he belongs to Gary," Lily told her.

"I see..."

"Yeah. Do you know where I could talk to Gary? It's about Luscius Snow..."

"Isn't Luscius--- dead?" Marissa asked.

The end

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