Chapter 2
BRADY PUB
A man walked in. He was a younger man, probably in his late 40s. He walked up to the counter and sat down. Chelsea walked over.
CHELSEA: Hi.
MAN: Hullo.
The man spoke with an Irish accent.
CHELSEA: Welcome to the Brady Pub. What can I get for you?
MAN: Oh, just some chowder, thanks.
Chelsea got a bowl of chowder and brought it out to the man.
CHELSEA: Here you go.
MAN: Cheers. So, you say this is the Brady Pub, then?
Chelsea nodded.
CHELSEA: Yeah. It belongs to my grandma.
MAN: Brady. That sounds like an Irish last name.
CHELSEA: It is, yeah. My grandpa was Irish.
MAN: Was?
CHELSEA: Yeah. He passed away a few years ago.
MAN: Sorry to hear that.
CHELSEA: Thanks. So, it sounds like you're a bit Irish yourself.
MAN: Indeed, lass. Me brother and I have just come over for a bit. Wanted to check the place out.
CHELSEA: Cool.
The man looked around and saw a picture of Shawn, Caroline and their children on the wall.
MAN: I take it that the old man is your grandfather.
Chelsea looked at the picture.
CHELSEA: Yep, that's him. Grandpa Shawn.
MAN: Shawn Brady. An Irish name if ever there was one. Name's Hugh, by the way. Hugh Whelan.
CHELSEA: I'm Chelsea.
Chelsea looked at the clock.
CHELSEA: I'll be back in a bit. I've just gotta go check on something in the back.
HUGH: Right. I'll be here.
Chelsea went in the back. Hugh looked around and got out his phone. He dialed a number. He spoke in Irish Gaelic (translations in English will be in parenthesis)
HUGH: Fuair mé an áit. (I found the place.)
Pause.
HUGH: Nah, an sean-fhear marbh. Chinn mé a ghariníon agus bean chéile, cé. (Nah, the old man's dead. I found his granddaughter and wife, though.)
Pause.
HUGH: Ná bíodh imní ort, Eirnin. Fhios ag aon duine maidir linn ach go fóill. (Don't worry, Ernan. Nobody knows about us just yet.)
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
After checking Jan's vitals again, just to make sure that everything was okay and that she hadn't come out of the coma with any major health concerns, Tommy, Addie and Daniel sat down with her.
JAN: So...what day is it?
TOMMY: Today is Tuesday.
JAN: Tuesday?
Tommy nodded.
JAN: Tuesday! Oh no! I'm gonna be late!
DANIEL: Late for what?
JAN: I have to get out of here! I need to go!
ADDIE: Jan, you can't be released just yet. We're still trying to make sure that you're okay.
JAN: But I have to go! I have this huge test today, and if I'm late, Mr. Woods is gonna flip!
TOMMY: Mr. Woods?
JAN: Yeah, he's my teacher. I've gotta go! He'll kill me if I miss his test again!
DANIEL: Jan...like Dr. Horton said, you can't go anywhere just yet.
JAN: But, I have to! If I miss this test, Mr. Woods said I won't be able to go to prom. And if I don't go to prom, Jason is gonna be so angry with me.
ADDIE: Prom?
JAN: You know, prom. The most exciting dance of the high school year. I mean, I'm a freshmen this year, so I shouldn't technically be able to go, but Jason's gonna sneak me in.
The three doctors exchanged looks.
TOMMY: Um, Jan, do you know what year it is?
JAN: Of course I do. It's 1999.