“I’m sorry to have to inform you of this, but at three o’clock this afternoon, your father was killed in a freak accident.”

“Err…Are you sure?” Sophie asked sceptically, she looked the police woman up and down almost as if to gauge if she was playing some practical joke.

“You are Sophie Peterson?”

“Well, yes, but I saw my father 5 seconds before I answered the door and unless he somehow discovered the time/space continuum and then tripped… I doubt you’re talking about him.” The police woman then looked very confused, and suddenly raised the hat she had been holding in front of her out of respect awkwardly back onto her head.

“Who is it?” At that moment Sophie’s father appeared behind her looking quizzical at the police officer standing in his doorway. “Can I help you?”

“Careful Dad, I’m not quite sure how police deal with false information about deaths, but her gun and a body bag might just rectify her situation.” Sophie’s comical attitude and phrases caused no reaction in her father, he was used to it.

“I’m sorry, Mr Peterson?” The policewoman on the other hand seemed a little taken back by the 18 year old girls comments and instead turned her attention to the man standing behind Sophie.

“Call me John. Can I help you with something?”

“This is a rather awkward situation but I was sent here to inform Sophie of the death of her father.”

“Oh…well…” Sophie’s father suddenly returned the same confused uncomfortable look that was on the police woman’s face. “Are you sure?” It was an odd question to ask about such a serious topic, but as it appeared that he was perfectly healthy and… alive, there wasn’t much else to say.

“Mr Peterson I think you misunderstand.” Sophie’s internal laughter stopped when the officer said this. The officers tone wasn’t uncomfortable because she was wrong, but because Sophie and her Father had misunderstood something. “I’m talking about Mr Issteph, Mr Chris Issteph. Sophie’s real father.” Sophie and her father then exchanged looks.