Come with

"Me too." Sparky leans down to give Faith a tender kiss, though his hat bumps her on the nose on his retreat and he chuckles.

Standing up, he holds out both his hands. "Come on, my angel. I'll help you down to the car then I'll come back and get your bags."


"Answer me, Dylan. Why did you take those pills from Angel's office?"

Dylan doesn't look up at his father, his arms crossed stubbornly as they stood in the barn after breakfast. It was a gorgeous day but miserable nonetheless.

Mick sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know what to do with you, boy. So until you're ready to answer me and tell me the truth, these will be your friends." He gestures to the shovel and pitchfork. "Stalls. When you're ready to talk, you'll get a break."

Left alone again, Dylan glares after his father, anger flashing in his eyes. No one understood. Everyone just thought he was some loser kid to be pushed around. Staring at the tools then the stalls that needed to be cleaned, Dylan curses under his breath. But it wasn't for several hours that he finally turns his back on them. Grabbing his jacket, he slips it on and heads outside, ignoring people as he passed. Out and back behind the barn he trekked, finding the winding trail that led into the woods. Maybe if he was gone for a while, his father would think twice. He'd be back... later... maybe.


Scott doesn't even look up at first. Hope's voice was familiar and one that he trusted. There was no need to jump. He sighs deeply and shrugs at her invitation to go for a walk. "I'm not feeling well," he responds quietly.

Remaining seated on the floor, he finally lets his gaze drift up to see her. Everything close was a little fuzzy... he didn't have his contacts and he hadn't been wearing his glasses since he wasn't staring at a computer screen or reading.

"What's it gonna take, Hope?" he asks lamely. This morning's session with Dr. Hawks had brought up an awful lot of unwanted thoughts and memories. Memories that he thought he'd gotten over but they felt like fresh wounds today. "What's it going to take to get me out of here? It's a living nightmare. I want to go home."


"Sapphire?" Susanne knocks on the cubicle, ready to say more, but then stops herself, seeing Sapphire had company. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Gage is sitting backward in the extra chair and he shakes his head. "It's okay. You're not interrupting anything."

Susanne smiles and nods, looking back to Sapphire. "Um... Dalton and I might go visit Scott this week and... I thought it would be nice to take him something along with that card, like a basket of goodies or something. I know we'll want to add some Mountain Dew and some jerky but I was wondering if there was anything else you thought might be good? Or you could even come with us if you like."

Gage leans his arms on the back of the chair he was straddling and looks between the two women. Scott wasn't doing well. That much he'd heard. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been part of the cause to everything coming to a head. Scott hadn't seemed quite as angry with the world until he'd found out about his sister's choice in a boyfriend. A twinge of guilt spreads through Gage's gut and he wished there was something he could do. But if he went, it would end in disaster.