Post by Nightingale on Oct 22, 2006 9:26:58 GMT -5
Gill was looking at her with what was very probably surprise, although Angie did have trouble telling because of his unique face. She gave him a look that said, 'What?' and turned back to the phone, nodding and making 'mmm' noises.
"Alright, thanks Kelly. You've been a big help. Yes, Angie sends her love, she misses Sydney. We both do. Yes, it was good to talk to you, too. Bye."
She scribbled down the name before it slipped her mind and looked back at Gill, tapping her pen on the edge of her notebook.
"I've been doing most of her business since I was twelve." Apparently the fact that she could easily pass for her mother on the phone was a surprise.
She'd taken a bunch of notes in her room, looking up a few things on the 'net, but eventually it became clear that she'd have to make a few phone calls. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable using Pyro's office while he wasn't there, which was why Angie was now sitting up in Gill's smoky room - although she had opened a window, ignoring his protests. She'd even taken over his computer for the moment, to search quickly on the White Pages site.
"Yeah, yeah, here you go." Scribbling the addresses down, Angie chewed on her lip for a moment and picked up the phone again.
She was searching for John's father. It wasn't proving easy - while it would have been on his birth certificate, she had no chance of seeing that (since it was missing from the file he'd left with her) without at least three forms of I.D., and she was having trouble figuring out much about his mother's time in Australia. Unfortunately, according to the notes, there was no way of verifying even what John had figured out - he'd never told her himself, but apparently his mother had died a few years back of a drug overdose. That piece of information had left her biting her knuckle in shock for a good few minutes - for some reason, Angie thought that she should have had at least some clue about something like that.
She'd lucked out calling one of her mum's old workplaces, where they'd been able to find records under Rachel Collins for a referral to another hospital's maternity unit. But now, on the phone to Auburn, she had hit a brick wall. All they could tell her was that Rachel had delivered a 'baby boy Collins' in February 1986.
"Yes, thank you very much."
Damn.
Chewing on her pen, she pushed Gill off Guild Wars again - earning a protest that he was in the middle of a Guild Battle and that she needed to go use her own computer, but she ignored it as she tapped away at the keyboard for a moment and wrote down a couple of addresses. She was looking for Allerdyce families in the south-west, in the same general area as the two hospitals that Rachel had been to. There were two, and she scribbled down the details quickly so that Gill could get back to his game.
She thought it was a dirty look he was giving her. She just raised an eyebrow and went back to what she was doing.
"Damnit, busy signal."
There was a muttering from Gill in response. Angie ignored it as thoroughly as she knew how, punching in the other number instead and reaching up to close the window hatch while she waited for someone to pick up. Hopefully they actually would this time, otherwise she really didn't know what else she could do.
Yeah, John hadn't been too hopeful, but she really wanted to be able to tell him something. 'I'm sorry to hear about your mum, and can't figure anything out about your dad,' really didn't seem like a great way to report back on her findings.
Unfortunately, things weren't looking good so far.
Finally, an older-sounding female voice answered.
"Hi, I'm looking for St. John Allerdyce."
Well, it was worth a try. According to the notes John had given her, he was named after his father, though he wasn't sure if his mother had actually been married to him or not.
"I'm sorry, I think you've got your details mixed up. My husband is Dr. Daniel Allerdyce and he works at the St John of God hospital."
Angie blinked into the phone for a moment, her pen automatically scratching the letters 'WTF' into the paper before jotting down the information.
"Oh. Yes, I'm sorry, you're absolutely correct. I've obviously read wrong. Is he available?"
No, he was at work, but if she wanted to leave a name and number he could get in contact.
"Oh, no, that's fine, I'll call back this afternoon. Thank you."
That's an odd coincidence.
Gill threw his hands up and walked out as she pushed him off the computer again.
"Thanks Gill. I'll make it up to you - lasagne? Thanks!" Her voice called after him as he slapped his way down the hall, but if he did reply she didn't hear it - she was too busy looking at the website for St John of God health services.
It felt like someone had slapped her.
St John of God Health Services is the largest not-for-profit provider of private mental health care in New South Wales, Australia.
Mental health care.
Dr. Allerdyce at St John of God.
Pulling up the contact page, she kept staring at the page as she dialled the number.
"It's got to be a coincidence."
A pleasant female voice answered, and Angie adopted her professional voice again.
"Yes, hello, this is Dr. Elizabeth Price of the Royal Women's and Brisbane. I'm looking for some information on a former patient of yours to add to her file."
There was a short pause.
"Rachel Allerdyce."
She'd drawn a little box around the words 'St. John' on the paper, and chewed on her bottom lip while the woman checked the records.
"No? Try Rachel Collins. It would be some years back."
Three weeks, early 1986. Her file couldn't be disclosed over the phone, but when pressed the woman revealed that it was depression related, and she'd been treated by Dr. Allerdyce, who was still working there. Unfortunately, he wasn't available right at this moment, but she could leave a contact phone number.
"No, no, that's fine, I'll call back later. Thank you very much, you've been very helpful."
Maybe they could break in or something, to find out more.
"Damnit."
She looked down at the piece of paper and pinched the bridge of her nose.
A couple of scribbled suggestions, although she wasn't sure if she could actually manage them anyway, and Angie was standing, calling out in a shaky voice to Gill that she was out of his hair. Followed quickly by an apology for not thinking about her phrases.
He looked slightly concerned as she walked past him, but she shook her head at his questioning look.
There was only one thought running through her mind.
What the hell do I tell Pyro?
"Alright, thanks Kelly. You've been a big help. Yes, Angie sends her love, she misses Sydney. We both do. Yes, it was good to talk to you, too. Bye."
She scribbled down the name before it slipped her mind and looked back at Gill, tapping her pen on the edge of her notebook.
"I've been doing most of her business since I was twelve." Apparently the fact that she could easily pass for her mother on the phone was a surprise.
She'd taken a bunch of notes in her room, looking up a few things on the 'net, but eventually it became clear that she'd have to make a few phone calls. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable using Pyro's office while he wasn't there, which was why Angie was now sitting up in Gill's smoky room - although she had opened a window, ignoring his protests. She'd even taken over his computer for the moment, to search quickly on the White Pages site.
"Yeah, yeah, here you go." Scribbling the addresses down, Angie chewed on her lip for a moment and picked up the phone again.
She was searching for John's father. It wasn't proving easy - while it would have been on his birth certificate, she had no chance of seeing that (since it was missing from the file he'd left with her) without at least three forms of I.D., and she was having trouble figuring out much about his mother's time in Australia. Unfortunately, according to the notes, there was no way of verifying even what John had figured out - he'd never told her himself, but apparently his mother had died a few years back of a drug overdose. That piece of information had left her biting her knuckle in shock for a good few minutes - for some reason, Angie thought that she should have had at least some clue about something like that.
She'd lucked out calling one of her mum's old workplaces, where they'd been able to find records under Rachel Collins for a referral to another hospital's maternity unit. But now, on the phone to Auburn, she had hit a brick wall. All they could tell her was that Rachel had delivered a 'baby boy Collins' in February 1986.
"Yes, thank you very much."
Damn.
Chewing on her pen, she pushed Gill off Guild Wars again - earning a protest that he was in the middle of a Guild Battle and that she needed to go use her own computer, but she ignored it as she tapped away at the keyboard for a moment and wrote down a couple of addresses. She was looking for Allerdyce families in the south-west, in the same general area as the two hospitals that Rachel had been to. There were two, and she scribbled down the details quickly so that Gill could get back to his game.
She thought it was a dirty look he was giving her. She just raised an eyebrow and went back to what she was doing.
"Damnit, busy signal."
There was a muttering from Gill in response. Angie ignored it as thoroughly as she knew how, punching in the other number instead and reaching up to close the window hatch while she waited for someone to pick up. Hopefully they actually would this time, otherwise she really didn't know what else she could do.
Yeah, John hadn't been too hopeful, but she really wanted to be able to tell him something. 'I'm sorry to hear about your mum, and can't figure anything out about your dad,' really didn't seem like a great way to report back on her findings.
Unfortunately, things weren't looking good so far.
Finally, an older-sounding female voice answered.
"Hi, I'm looking for St. John Allerdyce."
Well, it was worth a try. According to the notes John had given her, he was named after his father, though he wasn't sure if his mother had actually been married to him or not.
"I'm sorry, I think you've got your details mixed up. My husband is Dr. Daniel Allerdyce and he works at the St John of God hospital."
Angie blinked into the phone for a moment, her pen automatically scratching the letters 'WTF' into the paper before jotting down the information.
"Oh. Yes, I'm sorry, you're absolutely correct. I've obviously read wrong. Is he available?"
No, he was at work, but if she wanted to leave a name and number he could get in contact.
"Oh, no, that's fine, I'll call back this afternoon. Thank you."
That's an odd coincidence.
Gill threw his hands up and walked out as she pushed him off the computer again.
"Thanks Gill. I'll make it up to you - lasagne? Thanks!" Her voice called after him as he slapped his way down the hall, but if he did reply she didn't hear it - she was too busy looking at the website for St John of God health services.
It felt like someone had slapped her.
St John of God Health Services is the largest not-for-profit provider of private mental health care in New South Wales, Australia.
Mental health care.
Dr. Allerdyce at St John of God.
Pulling up the contact page, she kept staring at the page as she dialled the number.
"It's got to be a coincidence."
A pleasant female voice answered, and Angie adopted her professional voice again.
"Yes, hello, this is Dr. Elizabeth Price of the Royal Women's and Brisbane. I'm looking for some information on a former patient of yours to add to her file."
There was a short pause.
"Rachel Allerdyce."
She'd drawn a little box around the words 'St. John' on the paper, and chewed on her bottom lip while the woman checked the records.
"No? Try Rachel Collins. It would be some years back."
Three weeks, early 1986. Her file couldn't be disclosed over the phone, but when pressed the woman revealed that it was depression related, and she'd been treated by Dr. Allerdyce, who was still working there. Unfortunately, he wasn't available right at this moment, but she could leave a contact phone number.
"No, no, that's fine, I'll call back later. Thank you very much, you've been very helpful."
Maybe they could break in or something, to find out more.
"Damnit."
She looked down at the piece of paper and pinched the bridge of her nose.
A couple of scribbled suggestions, although she wasn't sure if she could actually manage them anyway, and Angie was standing, calling out in a shaky voice to Gill that she was out of his hair. Followed quickly by an apology for not thinking about her phrases.
He looked slightly concerned as she walked past him, but she shook her head at his questioning look.
There was only one thought running through her mind.
What the hell do I tell Pyro?