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Matthew Williams took his first breath of the summer air in Portland as he walked off his plane with his numerous suitcases.  It's been so long since I've been home.  I wonder how Al's doing.  He thought as he grabbed a taxi headed straight for Resurgam Hospital to see his brother.  Then it's off to Cumberland Institute of Forensic Medicine for a task given to him by some of his colleagues.  Apparently some strange murders were occurring over the area and were deemed a cold case until further notice.
As the taxi slowed down in front of the hospital, Matthew suddenly became nervous.  Oh crap!  What if Al has forgotten about me?  I knew I should've given him a call!  It was too late though and after paying the driver he stood in front of the place his brother worked at.  Well, here goes nothing, he thought as he held his held up high and walked towards the entrance of the hospital.
Suddenly, the blaring siren of an ambulance zipped past Matthew almost knocking him over.  Following the ambulance, however, was a blue and red motorcycle with a license plate that read HERO on the back.  The two vehicles stopped in front of the emergency entrance and a patient was lifted from the ambulance into the hospital.  Orders could be heard clearly and loud.  "He's undergoing cardiac arrest!  Let's charge the AED," a voice yelled.
"Are you dumb?!  We need to get him to Dr. Kirkland NOW!  Move out of my way, I'm doing a chest compression!"  The familiar voice that Matthew knew exclaimed back.  Matthew quickly followed them in and saw his brother busily hitting a patient's chest, eventually gaining a pulse.  "There's no time to lose!  C'mon!"  Alfred and a few more doctors wheeled the patient into a surgery room in a rush.  Wow, Al sure has grown up more.  I think he might be a little more responsible now.  Matt thought as he leaned on a wall opposite of the operating room.
Minutes passed before two blonde hair doctors came out of the room.  One of them had green eyes and held an irritated look as the other one with glasses and a yellow jacket with green stripes poked him on the cheek.
"Dude, that was amazing!  You totally were the boss Iggy!"  Alfred laughed.
"Shut up you git.  I told you not to call me that," Arthur replied.
"Haha, whatever dude.  Hey is that…?"  Alfred wondered looking in Matthew's direction.  "A new vending machine?!  Awesome!!"  He ran over to them and stared at it before purchasing a bag of chips.  He then saw Matthew's gaze of disbelief at him.  "Oh dude no way!  You look like me!  Except way less cooler and less heroic."
"You idiot!  That's your brother!"  Arthur yelled at him.
"Oh I remember now!  Mattie!  Long time no see.  What are you doing here?"
"Well I'm just going to get a job here now in Cumberland," he answered.
"As what bro?"  Matthew sighed at his brother's forgetfulness.
"A forensic examiner.  I'm one of the best in Canada and I was assigned here for the weird deaths going on.  You should know this."  Alfred laughed uneasily as he mentally facepalmed himself.  "Oh, well I just wanted to come here and say hi.  By the way, nice job on that patient.  You guys are really good at what you do."
"Thanks, but you're good at your job as well.  Without your help we might as well have many ghosts lurking around asking for justice," Arthur said.
"G-ghosts?!"
"Grr, you know what I mean you idiot."
"B-But still, ghosts."  Alfred shuddered at his thoughts then looked back at Matthew.  "So bro, you gonna work at CIFM?"
"Yeah, that's my plan.  Unless, someone stations me elsewhere."
"Well at least you'll be staying close to the area old chap.  He might not say it but Alfred has really missed you."
"H-Hey don't tell him that…" Alfred said with a slight blush and looked away.  Matthew uttered a slight laugh before readjusting his coat.
"W-Well I have to get going now," Matthew quietly said, a bad habit of his, and turned around to head to the exit.  "I want to check out my new office and such."  So he caught another taxi and left the two.


At the institute, Matthew was adjusted to his office and boss, who was a big looking fellow with an addiction to ice cream, quickly enough.  He then began to go through the file cabinets in his office when his computer started to beep.  Huh?  I wonder who's calling me?  He thought before turning his computer on and seeing the face stare at him.  Spooked, he jumped up and shielded his eyes.
"Wh-Who are you?"  He inquired at the albino man staring through the computer.
"Kesesese Dr. Williams I see that my awesomeness has scared you like a little girl!" The thick German-accented albino laughed.  "Anywho, the name's Gilbert, Gilbert Beilschmidt!  So remember it!"  
"S-Sure I'll try to.  What are you doing anyway?"
"I'm your awesome analysis!  I do the…"
"I know what you do but I would never expect them to give me someone as…as…"
"Awesome as me!  I know that's what you were about to say Canadian Bacon that's not as awesome as me."  Matthew sighed and turned off the computer, now upset by his new assistant.  Why couldn't I get a cute and sweet assistant?  Like in those shows.  He slumped in his swivel chair and spun around in it until he was stopped by someone.
"Hey Dr. Williams it's nice to finally meet you," it said to him.  The voice belonged to an older guy in his late 30's and looked like he was originally from a different country.  "Hello I'm Juan Rodriguez and I'm your boss so don't screw around with me."
"O-Ok, Boss."  Matthew shook a bit as he remembered a certain incident he had with a Cuban, which his boss was as he presumed.  
Juan asked Matthew if he wanted to get a drink with him but after declining and deciding to go to the new apartment that he started to rent out he walked outside in the dark with him and himself.  His thoughts were circling the new possibilities that awaited him here.  After all, he has been assigned to answer the questions of mysterious murders that had suddenly sprung up around the area.  Matthew was finally back home and just before he was ready to settle for the night, his cell phone had begun to vibrate even though it was on ringtone mode.  Just when I was about to rest too, he sighed and took the phone out.  There was an ominous reddish-purple aura spewing from the device and exchanging another sigh, Matthew listened intently.  The voice was fresh so it didn't sound so disassembled but there was still static from the other end.

"Oh it's you.  What do you need now?  Wait, no… AAAUGH!!!"  The message ended there but Matthew knew what this meant.  Someone's flame had just went out…