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Introspection
Ducky had a fireworks display on the TV in the background, but he wasn’t paying any attention to it. It may have been the fourth of July today and he was trying to focus on what it meant, but honestly all he could think about was the loss of his mother. This was the first fourth of July since he’d lost her.
He kept expecting a call to work. That’s what always happened when his mother was alive. The criminals didn’t take the day off just because it was a national holiday.
Shaking off his introspection, Ducky relaxed back into his couch as he changed his thoughts from the sadness of losing his mother to happier thoughts of the days he’d spend with her. Even though her memory was going, she was still a relatively good conversationalist. Well if you could follow her jumping thoughts due to her lack of memory.
