Good morning?

Though a bit surprised at Hope's halt and seat on the ground, Kip follows suit, kneeling in the grass by the little flower bed. Confused, he pays close attention to what she has to say, his gaze fixed on the flower as she talks about it. Being handed the cup, he has no choice but to take it, curious enough now to continue listening.

Putting the pieces together as she weaves her words, he begins to realize what she's getting at. His eyes watch as she digs up the flower and puts it in the cup he's holding. He stares down at it before gently fingering the soft petals and touching the little leaves as if trying to prompt it back to healthy life. He didn't always notice flowers, but for some reason today, he felt rather sorry for the trampled blossom.

Looking back at he ground as Hope fills in the hole, he feels a new pang in his heart... in a place where he had his own hole... in a place that was full of scars. Before he can think about it too much, though, he realizes Hope is standing again. Getting to his feet, he follows her quietly, his pace much slower now. His head bent, he studies the flower he still held, carrying the cup as if he thought if he squeezed too tightly he might break it.

Without even realizing it, Kip has gradually come to a full stop in the path. His eyes still studied the delicate petals as his mind replayed all of Hope's words. He'd been trampled just like this flower. He'd been neglected, too. Maybe he'd even been dug up already by the efforts of his friends, but he'd had no where else to go, and the holes left were far from being filled in.

His fingers stroke the bent stem. He was this flower.

As his vision blurs, Kip turns his back on Hope. His lower lip quivers and he swallows hard. He knew he had open wounds that needed to heal. He knew those wounds were affecting his life and dictating his actions. He knew that things between himself and his father were not "normal" but really were unhealthy. He knew that, just like his flower, he'd been forgotten. And as a result, this world had become a terrifying place to live.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he sniffs and tries to compose himself, but tears linger in his eyes. "I wasn't always like this," he admits quietly. As a matter of fact, it really hadn't been that long ago that he'd felt much happier. "When Kyle joined our group I was... excited. I thought it was my chance, ya know?" He didn't know if Hope knew the background of Kyle and the band, but he assumed he'd told her as much. His life had been pretty good, living with Erik's family - he couldn't complain, and he'd been the one to always make everyone laugh. And now... now he was the only one not laughing.

He lifts his shoulder to swipe away a leftover tear. "I don't know what happened after that." He said he didn't, but he did. He'd had trouble with hyperactivity but he'd probably always have trouble with that. He had some confidence issues, but that wasn't abnormal. He was in new surroundings - but the others were too. No... those weren't it. The heart of the matter was that he'd been trampled on a few times, then that last fight with his father had been the equivalent of someone taking this flower and mercilessly ripping it out of the ground and leaving it to die in the sun. Kyle was right. It all revolved around the abuse.

Feeling a new tear trickle down his cheek, Kip ignores it. He could feel Hope behind him, but remains as he is, unwilling to face her. Holding up the flower, he squints at the sorry little sight. "Wouldn't it be better if this flower had never been planted in the first place? Then it would never have to go through this trauma."


As Ryan steps back from Alec's touch, he recoils slightly, not used to her retreating like that. The eyes that used to spark and glow when around him now stared back at him like ice. He swallows hard.

As Ryan talks, his stomach starts to churn. He remembered saying he hated her, but he hadn't meant it. He'd just wanted her and Carson to leave so they wouldn't get hurt. But deep down he knew that his words had cut like knives and there was no taking them back.

Getting to Ryan's final decision, her, "No," hits Alec harder than he'd thought it would. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. He'd tried not to predict what Ryan might say or how she'd react to him coming. But even so, somewhere, he hadn't prepared for rejection. Hesitation, maybe, but not flat out rejection. She hadn't even given them a chance to talk things over. He'd said his piece, she'd said hers and that was it? Nothing more? She wouldn't even consider the possibility of working things out? Did this have something to do with that guy in there on the couch?

A seed of jealousy is planted.

His eyes narrow slightly, trying to recover as quickly as possible from the surprise of Ryan's response. But he wasn't fast enough. As his mouth opens to respond, he's met with a closed door. Really? She was kidding, right? He stares at the door.


Tal is sitting up by now and can't help it that he's relieved when Ryan rejoins him. Maybe somewhere deep down he'd worried just a little that she'd be swept off her feet again by the man she'd cared for. But having her snuggle into him again, the worry is washed away. He grins and gives her a squeeze, turning to give her head a kiss. "Nah, nothing girly. When we paused the movie, I wouldn't let Eli watch the ballet competition like he wanted to."

Eli throws him a smirk but has no rebuttal and simply turns the movie back on.


Outside, Alec still stands. He knew he'd done some stupid things. He knew it wouldn't be easy to gain back Ryan's trust. But this? She said she forgave him, yet she wasn't going to even give him the time of day? He'd come all this way and risked the Elite coming down on him, and all she could say was no, without even trying? Seriously? He wasn't ready to give up. Especially when she'd gone back inside to be with whoever it was she'd been cuddled up with. It sure hadn't taken her long to find someone else to warm his place on the couch.

"Ryan?" He knocks on the door again. "Come on. You can't just walk away and leave it like this."


Inside, Eli looks up from the television and glances over at Tal and Ryan but doesn't say anything. He'd heard Ryan's refusal and, quite frankly, he was proud of her. Surely Alec wasn't childish enough to just stand there and throw a fit.


Alec waits, but the door remains closed. He tries the handle. Locked. Growling, he tries it again anyway. "I came all the way over here. I risked the Elite coming down on me. I've groveled. I've said all I can and you just walk away? Come on!"


As the knocking grows louder, Eli rolls his eyes. The words, "You've got to be kidding me," come to mind, but he doesn't say them. It wasn't Ryan's fault. Glancing over at her again, he knew she didn't want to get up, and he didn't want to make her either - once had been bad enough. Surely Alec had gotten the message.

"Ryan! Just give me five minutes!" The knocking turns to several bangs.

"Think he'll go away?" Eli mutters.

Tal throws him a look and his arm tightens around Ryan. "I think someone forgot to tie his leash short enough."

More banging. "Just five minutes!"

Eli shakes his head. "Alright. That's it." Getting to his feet, he swaggers to the door, opening it quickly but only wide enough to show his irritated stance. His eyes meet Alec's with challenge. "Ryan's done talking to you. Apparently the closed door wasn't enough for you to understand that. So I'll try it this time. Your conversation is over."

Alec glares at Eli, his fists clenched at his sides. He scoffs. "I shoulda known you'd come in her place. I guess I thought she'd have the guts to come back out here."

Eli's temper flares, though he manages to keep a lid on it while pointing a finger at Alec. "If I didn't feel so sorry for you, I'd belt you right now. I don't need to defend Ryan - you know good and well what kind of woman she is and the guts she has. So all I'm going to say is leave. Now. Before I call the Elite and tell them you're harassing people."

"You can't-"

"Leave, Alec." Eli would never admit that speaking those words hurt. He'd trusted Alec... he'd been his friend. Though not the same as Ryan, Eli had felt betrayed too. "I'm through with you and Ryan's through with you. She's moved on. We've moved on. You're no longer welcome here."

While Alec wanted to argue, he knew Eli would do has he threatened and call the Elite. And then he'd probably be in more trouble than he surely was already. Still glaring, he wanted to push past him and go inside. He wanted to force his way in and make them listen... make Ryan listen. He wanted to say everything he wanted and not be told what to do. But looking at Eli, he knew he'd be stupid to try.

Backing up a step, Alec takes one last glance inside, then one last glance at Eli. A light scoff comes out, followed by a wry sort of grin. "See ya around then." He nods, and finally turns to leave, his footsteps slow as if his feet weighed more than they should.

Eli watches him leave and doesn't close the door again until he's satisfied that Alec really wasn't coming back. Locking up again, he returns to his chair in the living room to plop down and resume watching the movie.

Tal had heard the brief conversation and knew that Ryan had, too. He didn't know how she felt, but he knew it couldn't be good. And that made him sad. Moving down on the couch, he roots around in the cushions until he's lying on his side and he pulls Ryan down in front of him, tucking her in close with a strong arm wrapped around her. Hooking her legs with his, he kisses the back of her head and settles into the throw pillow to stay for the duration of the movie.


Completely in his own little world, Eric never even saw Stacy coming. Smacking into her full-force, it was pure reflex that drives his hands out to grab her so he didn't knock her right to the floor. "Whoa!" His eyes widen as he tries to catch his balance.

Steady again, he realizes his hands are still on her waist and he retracts quickly, only to realize that Stacy's own hands are on his arms. Her touch was... soft... warm... delicate but strong. Eric blinks and tries to shake a sudden strange feeling that he didn't want to acknowledge. Then he remembers he doesn't even had a shirt on, which automatically sends heat to his face.

Clearing his throat, he backs up a step, embarrassed amusement in his eyes. In order to salvage any dignity, he reaches up to lean a forearm on the wall, while crossing his ankles and setting a hand on his hip. His pose was an obvious attempt to fake a cool move, and a chuckle slips out. "Um... good morning?"


Feeling Beth's hand on his, Justin almost tenses... almost. A sensation seems to spread up through his arm, winding its way around until slipping through the tiny cracks surrounding the back door to his heart. It was a feeling he'd avoided. It was a feeling he hadn't wanted to face. But today... today things were not the same.

Slowly turning his hand over, his palm meets hers, his thumb running gently along her hand for a moment. "Thanks, Beth."

Leaning his head back against the wall he stares at nothing in particular, while leaving his hand right where it was. "Ma's doing okay I think. Freaked out there for a while but some of her friends came and helped calm her down." He sighs. "I know she might be losing her son but... I don't know... I guess I still see a guy who deserved this, even though I know that's a poor attitude on my part."

He takes a sip of his coffee, grateful again for Beth bringing the warm drink. "At any rate, I'm sure Ma will be glad to see you too."

As she was. It wasn't long before Justin shares Beth's company with Lydia, who does her best to dry her tears and gives Beth a big hug and a thanks for coming. It was hard waiting, but that's all that could be done. As the hours passed, a numbness overtook the initial shock, bringing on a strange combination of exhaustion and alertness. Soon, the news comes that Jared had made it through multiple surgeries. The little group wasn't yet informed of the total extent of his injuries, but it still wasn't looking good, and the doctor wouldn't say one way or the other if he thought Jared even had a chance to survive the night.

While Lydia and Justin opted to continue staying at the hospital, Justin knew he couldn't expect the same of Beth - she had her own life and a job she needed to be at...

"...so I know you probably need to go." Justin slowly paces the small hallway, fiddling with his half-empty pop can. He stops for a moment to look at Beth, managing the best smile he could. He was so tired and knew the stress must be so obvious on his face. "I, um... really appreciated your company today though. I'm glad you came."


Gunner snickers and shakes his head. "I have a feeling he's gonna find out the hard way about a lot of things." He reaches up to squeeze Bree's knee to tickle her.

JT rolls his eyes. "I have a funny feeling too, and it says you're right." Picking up his coffee mug again, he takes a sip and grimaces, finding out that it had grown cold."

Gunner sighs deeply and gives Bree's leg a pat before hefting himself up off the ground and brushing himself off. "Well..." He stretches tall and yawns a big yawn. "I don't know about the rest of you, but this vampire is getting a weebit sleepy. And you know we vampires get grouchy when we don't get our beauty sleep." He reaches down to take both of Bree's hands and pull her up quickly, all the way into a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "What say we leave these youngsters be, while we, uh, go... make sure the tents are set up correctly?"

A wry grin curls JT's lips and he looks up at them with a dry expression. "Careful, Vamp. There's garlic in her sleeping bag."

Gunner laughs and slings an arm around Bree's shoulders to head away from the campfire. In reality, he just wanted to give JT and Amanda some space. Though being alone with Bree for a while was a bonus. "Don't worry, Papa Bear, I'm too tired to suck anyone's blood." Once nearer the tents, Gunner stops and turns to look down at Bree, his eyes twinkling as light from the moon and nearby fire reflect in his gaze. "I hope you don't mind me pulling you away. I was about to go crazy watching your uncle slide further and further away from Amanda." He chuckles. "Maybe now he'll at least talk to her."


JT watches as his niece and Gunner leave and he just shakes his head. Turning up his nose at his coffee again, he tosses it out into the grass behind them before sighing deeply. Just staring at his empty cup, the heat from the campfire seems to grow even warmer. Or maybe it was just him. A sidelong glance creeps over to Amanda and all of a sudden he felt very silly. Here he was, a grown man, and he'd been avoiding a very good... pretty... friend ever since they'd gotten here.

Almost smirking at himself, he gets up and moves to sit down on the log beside Amanda. "So, I, um... haven't had a chance to actually ask you yet what you think about being the victim of a kidnapping." A chuckle slips out and he shakes his head. "I don't know which is worse - them doing it, or me letting them." Looking into the fire, a grin remains. "Maybe I was just waiting for a real reason to take some time off work."


Wyatt snickers at Nate's comment about gaining weight. "Yeah, I'd hate to drag your sorry carcass anywhere now. We'd never make it in time."

Still grinning, he shakes his head. "No good about Dalton. We take him out of here, Dad's gonna know in an instant we're up to something. He just needs to prep a secondary screen in case anybody walks in on him. Besides all that, he couldn't track us if he was up on a roof with Con. Naw... I'd say our next step is to ask Con if he'd be willing to go with us and then see if Dalton will agree too. If one of them says no, we'll put the kabosh on it."

He thinks for a moment, then sighs. "I hope Destiny really is okay. I don't know if Chance could take it if she wasn't."


"Where'd he go?"

"Across town. Far as I can tell, he went to the McKade place. It was slow going the whole way so I'd say he was on foot the entire time. He's on the move again now, but I think he's just headed back to his apartment."

Reese looks over Hal's shoulder at the monitor and nods. "Well, just keep an eye on him."

Hal glances up at him. "You don't want me to send somebody to get him?"

"Not unless it's obvious he's running." Reese sighs. "Alec's like a high-strung kid. Come down on him too hard and you'll break his spirit. Give him no rules and he'll run wild. I wanna try giving him some freedom. We still know where he is at all times and I have a hunch he's not gonna try to split."

Hal shrugs. "Whatever you say."

"Let me know where he goes for sure. I figured he'd test us pretty quick - I want to try giving him this small bit of freedom. It's my last effort to try and make this work."

Hal glances back at the screen. "If it doesn't, that'll kill the program won't it?"

"Yeah."


Hearing all about everyone at TJY, Scott again felt as though a lifetime had passed. It was almost a numbing feeling though. He felt like he should be sad or happy or anything - but he'd been so far removed from everything, that it was almost as if he were entering a life he didn't even know anymore. Jason was dying? It was a strange pang in Scott's heart. Laura and Nate had had their baby? They were a family now... a family Scott didn't even really know. Alec had gone and come back again? Justin had mentioned something about that. And Gage? It sounded like he was doing well. Scott wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to feel about that one. And his parents... yes, he'd see them. He should. It was only right, no matter if there was tension there or not.

Smiling a little at Sapphire's last comment, Scott shakes his head. "You don't ramble. You just share a lot of information. If you stopped now, you wouldn't be Sapphire anymore."

Taking a sip of his drink, he leans back a little, feeling tired but not wanting to yet. He wasn't used to being out and about, and the emotional wear and tear alone was enough to exhaust him. But he didn't want it to end this day faster than it should.

"How, um..." He bites his lower lip, afraid to even ask. Maybe he shouldn't. But he did want to know. "How's Hope? I... I looked for her but didn't see her."

Little flower

Hearing Kip's comment about not knowing why Kyle had said he needed to talk to someone, Hope just nodded her head a little. It was a question everyone asked and Hope really always had a hard time answering it. Not because she didn't know, but because everyone was different and saying the same old same old lines would make her just like every other counselor and that was not Hope's goal. She really did want to be Kip's friend.

Stopping and looking around the park for a moment, Hope spots a bed of flowers with a lonely flower just a little bit away from the others that looked as though it had been trampled by people who didn't know it was there. Motioning for Kip to follow her, Hope goes over to the bed and looks down, slowly lowering herself to the ground. She was slightly tired from the walk, but she wouldn't let on. She was determined to let Kip understand her. "See this little flower here?"

Hope points to the bright one that stood alone. Bent but not broken, its colors still bright, the signs of the carelessness of others clear. "This lonely flower didn't choose to be away from the others - it's the life it was given and most people don't even notice its there. It's colors are bright and it refuses to die, but day after day it just gets trampled and it sinks a little lower to the ground. If it continues to just sit here, it will soon give up and die because it has no other choice."

Taking her bag and pulling out a paper cup and a little shovel, one might think Hope had planned this very thing. But the truth was she hadn't, and why she had brought these tools today, she wasn't sure. But before leaving the house she felt as though she should. The only way she could explain it would be a sign from God, giving her the resources to work Him to help Kip.

"Now, we have a few options.. I can dig up the flower and throw it aside because it's going to die here anyway so why not just end it now? I can dig it up and bring it back over with the other flowers again, but then it's just going to die as well because the damage has been done to it so deeply that the other flowers will choke it out. Or, I can dig it up, place it in the paper cup with some dirt, and nurture it back with gentle love and care. Then, when it's ready, I can bring it back and put it with the other flowers, knowing it will live a long and healthy life."

Hope gives a smile to Kip, handing him the paper cup. Returning to the flower, she carefully takes the shovel and starts to dig around the flower a little before gently lifting it out of the ground along with some other dirt and putting it into the paper cup Kip had been holding. "There we go. I believe that non of God's creations should be tossed aside because they all have their purpose in life. Just sometimes they need a little extra love and care before being able to return to the harsh world."

Looking back down at the brown spot in the grass where the flower once was, Hope thinks again for a moment before taking the shovel in hand once again. "Now, the ground here we can leave like this - a reminder to where the flower once grew - a scar that something had once been here. But if we do that, people will walk through, dig it up, make it deeper and bigger, and it will never heal. But, we can fill in the hole and then the grass will grow once again. Maybe not as thickly as the other grass, still leaving a reminder that something had been here. But since we stopped and took the time to care for the hole, it won't grow any bigger, and slowly it will heal as well."

Patting the earth with the shovel, making sure the hole was filled in, Hope brushed the dirt off before replacing it into her bag. Slowly standing once again and brushing herself off, she continues to let Kip hold the flower, not taking it from him but she continues to walk again at a slower pace. She wasn't sure if Kip would understand the connection to the flower and the hole in the earth, but she knew he was smart. So even if he didn't get it right away, he would continue to think about it and it would come to him.


Walking out of the bunkhouse with a warm cup of coffee, Stacy lets out a sigh. She'd slept longer than intended. It had felt really good though - a much needed sleep for sure. So she tried not to beat herself up too much about it.

Stepping down the first step and taking a sip of her coffee, movement catches the corner of her eye, causing her to look up. Seeing Eric, she is about to look away, but her own head just won't move as she continued to watch him with the horse. There was something different about him this morning - something more vibrant. His skin wet, twinkling in the sunlight... his hair dancing softly in the breeze.

After a few more moments of watching him, Stacy realizes maybe it was a little too long, and heads the rest of the way down the porch and makes her way to the dining hall, color on her cheeks. She was heading into town today to get a few things and wanted to find Ashlee to see if she wanted to come with her.

Stepping inside and not seeing her in the dining hall, after scanning the room, she turns around and walks out again, wondering where else she might be. Remembering she had seen her in the barn a few times, she makes her way there, completely forgetting she had just seen Eric go in there as well.

Not paying too much attention, Stacy looks down at her empty coffee cup. She definitely needed another cup this morning. Rounding the corner, she finally looks up but it was much to late as she collides head-on with Eric. Taking a few steps back, she drops her cup and grabs onto Eric's arms to steady herself, his firm muscles under her fingers.


Giving a small chuckle, Beth felt a little better that Justin had forgiven her. They were still friends, and she was happy about that. He was the first real friend she had had. To lose him would be a sad thing for her - it had felt pretty horrible.

"Oh, man, I didn't even think about it. I should have brought some with me."

Beth gives a smile. It was good to see even though there was something bad going on, Justin still had a little bit of his humor. She could tell by his face he was he was worried, though. Even if his brother wasn't the best person, he was still family, and to lose a family member hurt no matter what.

Reaching over with her free hand, she gives his hand a little pat, looking at him and offering a warm, comforting smile. "No matter what happens, it's going to be alright. How is your mom holding up?"


Ryan's expression that once looked at Alec with understanding, passion and much more, was now cold as she looks at him. Him just standing there and spouting off at the mouth even if he was saying sorry made her blood boil. Did he really think she could forget everything that happened?

Taking a step back to make his hand fall from her face, Ryan crosses her arms over her chest. Looking at Alec for a long moment before finally talking, she just studies him.

"If I remember right, where we left off, you were telling me you hated me. That's a pretty crappy place to pick up at. Further back I don't want to even go there. No, Alec, it's not that simple. You can't walk in and out of someone's life when you feel like it. No matter the reason, it's wrong and not okay."

Uncrossing her arms, Ryan's face held so many emotions - sadness, anger, hurt. It was hard to just pick one and decide which one was stronger than the others. Just being out here talking to Alec hurt. Why had she agreed to come out and talk to him? She had no idea and now wishes she hadn't at all.

"Sorry, Alec, but second chances don't come that easily. I've moved on. life didn't stand still because you were off messing around. So do I forgive you? Yes. Will I forget and take you back...no!"

Without saying anything else, Ryan steps back inside, closing the door behind her. Leaning up against it, she closes her eyes for a moment, trying not to let her emotions overflow. Composing herself, she walks back into the living room. Giving a smile, she gets back on the couch where she was before being disturbed. Leaning against Tal, she takes his arm and puts it around herself before giving his hand a kiss. "Alright, so what are we watching here? It's not something girly is it?"


Taking a sip of her water, Sapphire listens as Scott talks across from her. She had picked a little place she knew would be on the quiet side at this time. She at least wanted to make her brother somewhat comfortable and if it was picking a place with less people, she was okay with that.

"I'm really happy you're doing better, Scott. Having to go in every once in a while is so much better than being there all the time." Looking down at her plate for a moment, she takes another bite of her burgers, eating a little slower than normal but not minding. It meant she could have more time with her brother, so she was okay with that.

"I really did miss seeing you all the time. Work's just not the same without you there. I know Mom and Dad were worried too. You should stop by and see them too, for sure."

She gives Scott a warm smile, her eyes just twinkling, showing she really was happy he was there and doing so much better. "I am doing alright. Life seems to be moving on just as busy as always. Gage got a job and art lessons all at the same time. Alec got that for him before he went rogue on us. But now Alec is back again and trying to get on the right track once again. Jason is pretty sick and Rick isn't sure why. He doesn't have much time left from what I am told. Katie is taking it pretty hard. Laura had her baby and they are doing good. Nate is making a good father. As for me... well, you know me. Nothing too exciting has happened. I kind of like the same old same old. Then again, I have always been like that."

Sapphire gives a chuckle as she looks down at her food and then back up at Scott again, giving a shake of her head, realizing she had just said a whole mouthful at once. "Other than rambling, that is. I don't think that will ever stop."


As Bree listens to Gunner and his story, she couldn't help but snicker here and there, doing her best not to outright laugh. He was so into the story, she didn't want to interrupt it. She had never heard this story though and it was rather funny.

Keeping her legs partially wrapped around Gunner, she shifts a little before looking across the fire at JT and Amanda. Giving them both a smile, she was happy that neither one of them seemed too mad about how they had gotten them to come along.

Listening to Gunner's story, Amanda has to bring her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. Being a doctor, she could visualize how it would be if a patient was rushed in with splinters in their backside. It would be quite shocking to say the least. Shaking her head, she can't help it anymore and starts laughing. It was way too funny to keep it in anymore and she figured that was about the end of the story anyway. Her laughter continues too, for several long moments, her face turning a few different shades of red.

"I've seen some things in my medical profession, but I don't think I have ever seen that. Even if I had, I don't know if I could have anything to do with it from laughing so hard."

Looking over at JT, she smiles as the fire casts a soft glow on her face. The air was crisp, but the warmth of the fire was nice. A few times, she thought about moving a little closer to JT, but he hadn't taken any initiative on it, so maybe he didn't want to, and the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable, especially if they were spending a few days here.

Looking down at Gunner, Bree smiles. She couldn't be happier right now. Being here with Gunner, with her family, it all just seemed so perfect. Then again, any time spent with Gunner was a wonderful time. Her own personal vampire.

Glancing to JT and Amanda for a moment and seeing them so far apart, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and look back at Gunner. The firelight dancing in her eyes as she looks down at him again, whispering, "I guess I forgot to tell him that part. Now he knows firsthand though."


Giving a nod to Rick as he leaves, Katie didn't have anything else to say. Everything would be so different for her and Jason. That was a sure thing. She had to keep her head up though, and go into it positively. It's how they would survive and she loved Jason so much that she knew it was the right choice without second guesses.

Going over to Jason's side and sitting down, she leans her head on his arm. the antidote made it so they didn't have their connection but still at the door she could feel the pull just waiting for the right time to be free again. Little did it know that soon there would be no door, only a solid brick wall.

"It's going to be okay, J. They have a plan and a cure for you. You're going to be okay."


Leaning back in his chair, Nate rests his hands on his desk and drums them softly, thinking for a moment and working everything through in his head. Wyatt was the smart one and with just a few simple ideas, Nate's own mind started reeling too.

"Dart guns...I wouldn't have thought of that. That has to be much safer than just running in guns blazing, and not killing anyone is even better. After all, we aren't the Underground."

He stands and paces a little bit. If Dalton stayed here, that would be good and well unless someone walked in on him and the whole thing went up in smoke. Was that really a smart move? "Maybe we could set Dalton up in a van close by, or maybe even on the rooftop with Con. It would run less chance of anyone here crashing the party."

Giving a smirk, Nate shakes his head. "I have put on a few pounds since the last time you had to drag me." He stops and looks to Wyatt. He could see the excitement in the young man's eyes and could only guess it was more than likely in his own too, and he knew it. There was always excitement with action involved. "I told you you were the brains."


Sitting in the back room on her beak, Thirteen moves her phone from hand to hand. She wanted to call Eric back but she wasn't sure what to say. She never had someone say sorry to her before. Ryder had told her to just speak how she felt, but it was still hard.

Finally dialing the number, she stands and starts to pace as Eric's voicemail picks up. For that, she was as little happy. "Uncle Eric, it's Thirteen. I got your message and I just wanted to let you know I love you. I forgive you too."

She stops and looks out the window on the door. Seeing more people come in, she knew her break was over. "I better get back to work. I hope to see you soon. Bye."