finale
“white male. looks around forty years of age? 200lbs. none of it muscle. potential engineer/accountant. rescued from drowning. cpr performed at the scene by first aid trained locally celebrity. paramedics able to stabilise his condition. currently non responsive.”
“let’s get him to icu.”
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*beep beep* *beep beep*
“we don’t know who he is yet”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“has anyone call … surely someone must be miss...”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“the police have found a car near the….he had a phone in his...
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“one of the nurses has been drying…. we might be able to get…”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
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“any updates since yesterday on our mystery man?”
“oh yes. it’s been quite a 12 hours since your last shift. we managed to get into his phone. it didn’t have a passcode but judging by the fact he didn’t appear to ever close a browser page and as such had about a billion tabs open in safari, it may be that he isn’t the most tech literate.”
“why were you checking his internet? we only need a name and contact number for the next of kin.”
“that’s the strange thing, i’ve never seen it before but there wasn’t a single contact in the phone. the only text messages were from fast food places, or charges for adult services and one informing ”bigdicklover69” that his free grinder trial was elapsing.
his notes app was full of gibberish that often said nothing more than “die duffy die” over and over again.
his internet history was intriguing though. a good number of his browser tabs were for a redcafe.net.”
“what’s that?”
“it appears to be a site where lonely men talk to other lonely men about stuff that makes them feel less lonely.”
“seems to fit his m.o.”
“there were some really strange voice notes that sounded like him talking to someone else but andrew thought it sounded like he was playing both parts. talking about an online poll and how everything was ruined. it was largely gibberish, like the written notes. we did eventually find some personal details and we pieced together the rest. it was like a crime drama! we know who he is now. and have made some enquiries and well…”
“sorry to interrupt, he’s awake.”
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“my…. my wife. where is my wife?”
“i’m sorry mr. mcgrath, we weren’t aware you were married. we managed to find some personal details on your phone and none of our systems have any record of your wife.”
“my wife. where is my wife. go to the house and get her.”
“mr. mcgrath, the police went round numerous times and got no answer from the bell. they eventually gained entry through the keys they found in your abandoned car. there was no sign of your wife. no women’s shoes, no women’s clothes, no photos of you together. there was only a single bed. it looked like a fairly stereotypical bachelor pad, the only thing that was perhaps out of the ordinary were the number of paintings signed by a d.mcgrath. they cover every inch of every wall.”
“yes.. yes.. d for dawn. d for dawn. my wife.”
“er, i see. do you have a number for her?”
“yes, it’s in my phone. unlock the phone, double tap on contacts and she is in there as ‘my wife’.”
“erm, ok, i’ll do that. can you give me as many details about dawn as you can? date of birth, city of birth, as much as you remember and we’ll track her down.”
“sure…”
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“confusion and paranoia. there is no record of any wife. he seemed to have been living in his car for days and eating only snickers and drinking neat ribena. he’s not showered. seems an open and shut case of schizophrenia.”
“he thinks he is own wife?”
“it’s one of the saddest cases i’ve ever seen. we’ve referred it to king’s. this goes way beyond anything i’ve ever seen before. seems to be a hell of an artist though.”
“what medication do you suggest?”
“dawn!!! here’s my dawn!!!”
“mr. mcgrath, please take your hand out of your gown. we do not behave like that here.”
“d.. d for dawn, she’s just happy to see me.”
fin
all events are based on a true story, with accurate character portrayals. movie rights available.
“white male. looks around forty years of age? 200lbs. none of it muscle. potential engineer/accountant. rescued from drowning. cpr performed at the scene by first aid trained locally celebrity. paramedics able to stabilise his condition. currently non responsive.”
“let’s get him to icu.”
———————————————————————————
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“we don’t know who he is yet”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“has anyone call … surely someone must be miss...”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“the police have found a car near the….he had a phone in his...
*beep beep* *beep beep*
“one of the nurses has been drying…. we might be able to get…”
*beep beep* *beep beep*
———————————————————————————
“any updates since yesterday on our mystery man?”
“oh yes. it’s been quite a 12 hours since your last shift. we managed to get into his phone. it didn’t have a passcode but judging by the fact he didn’t appear to ever close a browser page and as such had about a billion tabs open in safari, it may be that he isn’t the most tech literate.”
“why were you checking his internet? we only need a name and contact number for the next of kin.”
“that’s the strange thing, i’ve never seen it before but there wasn’t a single contact in the phone. the only text messages were from fast food places, or charges for adult services and one informing ”bigdicklover69” that his free grinder trial was elapsing.
his notes app was full of gibberish that often said nothing more than “die duffy die” over and over again.
his internet history was intriguing though. a good number of his browser tabs were for a redcafe.net.”
“what’s that?”
“it appears to be a site where lonely men talk to other lonely men about stuff that makes them feel less lonely.”
“seems to fit his m.o.”
“there were some really strange voice notes that sounded like him talking to someone else but andrew thought it sounded like he was playing both parts. talking about an online poll and how everything was ruined. it was largely gibberish, like the written notes. we did eventually find some personal details and we pieced together the rest. it was like a crime drama! we know who he is now. and have made some enquiries and well…”
“sorry to interrupt, he’s awake.”
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“my…. my wife. where is my wife?”
“i’m sorry mr. mcgrath, we weren’t aware you were married. we managed to find some personal details on your phone and none of our systems have any record of your wife.”
“my wife. where is my wife. go to the house and get her.”
“mr. mcgrath, the police went round numerous times and got no answer from the bell. they eventually gained entry through the keys they found in your abandoned car. there was no sign of your wife. no women’s shoes, no women’s clothes, no photos of you together. there was only a single bed. it looked like a fairly stereotypical bachelor pad, the only thing that was perhaps out of the ordinary were the number of paintings signed by a d.mcgrath. they cover every inch of every wall.”
“yes.. yes.. d for dawn. d for dawn. my wife.”
“er, i see. do you have a number for her?”
“yes, it’s in my phone. unlock the phone, double tap on contacts and she is in there as ‘my wife’.”
“erm, ok, i’ll do that. can you give me as many details about dawn as you can? date of birth, city of birth, as much as you remember and we’ll track her down.”
“sure…”
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“confusion and paranoia. there is no record of any wife. he seemed to have been living in his car for days and eating only snickers and drinking neat ribena. he’s not showered. seems an open and shut case of schizophrenia.”
“he thinks he is own wife?”
“it’s one of the saddest cases i’ve ever seen. we’ve referred it to king’s. this goes way beyond anything i’ve ever seen before. seems to be a hell of an artist though.”
“what medication do you suggest?”
“dawn!!! here’s my dawn!!!”
“mr. mcgrath, please take your hand out of your gown. we do not behave like that here.”
“d.. d for dawn, she’s just happy to see me.”
fin
all events are based on a true story, with accurate character portrayals. movie rights available.
