"Who am I?" Nick asked Brian.
"You're Nick."
"I'm Nick Carter, and I can do anything I want!"
"Right..."
"So why can't I find her mom?"
"Nick, do you know how many Robyn Andersons there are in America? Asuming she's still in America?"
"I don't care."
"Nick, be realistic."
"Fuck being realistic, I want her mom to get the letter."
"I'll help you in anyway that I can."
"So will I," Kevin annouced from the doorway.
"Fine, we've got connections all over the globe. And we can use them."
The guys split up searching for a Robyn Anderson. By the time they met back they had over 35 listings in America.
"No way!" Nick exclaimed.
"Told you." Brian said.
"Plus," Kevin began, "these are people who are single, or who used their wive's names. If she's married she could have any last name!"
Nick wiped the sweat from his forehead, grabbed the paper with names, and walked out of the house.
Brian shook his head.
~The 5th Robyn Anderson~
"Ms. Anderson?"
"Yes." Nick looked the woman over, she had to be at least 70 years old.
"Do you by any chance know a Breanna Anderson," He showed her a photo from when she was younger.
"No... I'm sorry."
Nick thanked her and walked out into the street.
~The 12th Robyn Anderson~
"Ms. Anderson?" Nick called into an intercom outside a broken down apartment building.
"Hrmph." Came a grunted reply.
"My name is Nick Carter and--"
"I don't give a damn who you are. Get yo ass off my prop--"
"Calm down! I just needed to ask you about a girl."
Ms. Anderson continued screaming and rambling until Nick said, "Her name was Breanna."
"Was Breanna?" The woman questioned. Nick had a feeling he was getting close to what he was searching for.
"Come up," She whispered. The door opened and Nick found himself walking up a crooked stairway.
A middle-aged woman answered the door. She looked like a crack head.
"Ms. Anderson?"
"What about Breanna?"
"do you know her?"
The woman pressed her lips together and stood up. She brought him back an old photo album.
"This was when she was a baby," She pointed to older picture of Breanna. The two sat on the couch and reminised about all the differnt photos.
"So why have you come?" She asked finally.
"Your daughter left this for you," He took out Breanna's crumpled letter.
"Left?"
Nick spoke soflty, "She, uh, passed away."
Her mother looked stunned. "She..."
"Took her own life, ma'am."
Her mother took the letter from Nick's hands and shooed him out.
On the street Nick looked up and whispered, "You're welcome."
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