Disclaimer: I do not own Forever or any of the characters, I just like to get them out and play with them.

A/N: *Italics indicate thoughts and memories

"Tell her."

Abe leaned forward over Henry's shoulders, catching the man's gaze. Jo hadn't even noticed his arrival but already she was grateful for the older man's support. When it came to her unofficial partner, she always felt as though she was fighting a losing battle; he was always so guarded, so secretive. Henry glanced back to look at his flatmate for a moment, before turning back to the picture with a long shaky sigh. In the end he gazed back up at her, his face a mix of emotions.

"It's a long story."
"Well, it's a good thing I took the afternoon off then," she said quickly.

It was easy to see past the fake smile that Henry wore, he was tense and nervous - In fact he looked ready to be sick.

"Right… well, you better come in then," he said with a slight grimace, stepping sideways to allow her entrance. Walking into the shop, she heard the lock on the door, turn behind her. She guessed that whatever it was that Henry was about tell her, he didn't want to be interrupted.

The three of them made their way upstairs into the small apartment, stopping in the lounge where Abe was quick to offer her a seat.

"Can I get you anything?" Henry mumbled, looking a little lost and helpless, "something to eat, or drink perhaps?"

"No I'm fine thanks," she replied, watching her partner curiously. Henry stood opposite her for a moment, his eyes staring blankly into space.

"I'll go make us some tea," he said suddenly, moving in the direction of the kitchen.

"No, I…" she stammered, "Henry I said I was fine!"

He nodded his head as though he understood, but the distant look in his eyes told her that he hadn't heard. "I'll make us some tea" he repeated, before disappearing into the next room.

"Henry!" she cried, standing up to follow him. A warm hand fell gently on her shoulder, as Abe moved to block her path.

"Just give him a couple of minutes to collect his thoughts," the old man said softly, his eyes glancing in concern towards the panicked doctor. "This isn't easy for him, and you've caught him a little off guard."

With an annoyed sigh, Jo nodded her understanding and re-took her seat, while Abe followed Henry back into the kitchen.

Leaning forward, Jo picked up the photograph that Henry had dropped on the small coffee table, putting it down again a few moments later.

She couldn't help but remember the way that Henry's face had dropped, when he'd first caught sight of it. She remembered feeling a sick sense of satisfaction, when she saw him suddenly freeze in shock. He had stared at the picture for several seconds before finally looking back at her, his face a blend of both disbelief and panic. When he reached forward to take the photo, his hands had been trembling…

Whatever Henry was hiding, it was obvious that he was afraid for some reason, she just couldn't for the life of her understand why. She had been racking her brain for the last year, trying to work the man out. And since finding the picture of Henry's doppelganger next to the M.E's watch, she now had even more questions. As much as Henry might be afraid and reluctant to share his story with her, deep down she knew that this was his last chance. Jo didn't think she could go on like this anymore. She was tired of all the secrets. She didn't trust him and she was sick of being lied to. It concerned her how easily the lies seemed to roll from his tongue.

"Hey are you okay?" She heard Abe's voice mutter from the other room. "Henry? Hey! Henry, look at me."

She didn't hear a reply, but she could just imagine the older man turning the doctor around to face him.

"Listen, Henry I know you're scared, but it's time... I can't keep doing this. You need to let someone else in… You need to trust someone, and you and I both know that person is Jo… It won't be like before, she's not like Nora; she'll listen to you."

"You never met Nora; you don't know what you're talking about." The words were spoken quietly, but just loud enough for her to make out the majority of what was being said.

"You'll be fine."

"How can you say that? … it's a no win situation… there's no way Jo's going to believe me." His voice sounded so shaky, so broken, it was almost enough to make her feel bad.

"You don't know that. Abigail did."

"That was different."

"I know," Abe said sadly. "I also know that under the circumstances, Jo is being very patient and understanding about all this, but I sense that won't be the case for much longer... You need to talk to her."

"I know… I just need a minute."

"You've had your minute," Abe said quietly, putting an end to the conversation. "Everything's going to be fine Henry. Trust me, just have a little faith."

A moment later, Abe walked out of the kitchen, balancing two cups of steaming hot tea in his hands. With a small smile, the older man walked towards her and placed the cups and saucers on the table, just as Henry re-entered the room. As the doctor moved closer, she could see just how much this was clearly affecting him. He looked pale, his eyebrows were furrowed in apprehension. Once again, she couldn't help but wonder what on earth could have him acting this way. What secret could he possibly have that would warrant this type of response? To be honest, she was starting to think that maybe he was just being a drama queen after all.

"Ok Henry enough stalling, just tell me what's going on," she said slowly, trying to hold back her frustration and keep a level tone. "You've been acting stranger than normal; you've been lying to me. I know that you didn't just lose your watch, I was following you. You took the dagger from the station and then you took the train downtown... There were gunshots Henry, coming from the same place I found your things. Are you really going to sit there and tell me they were stolen?" Her eyes narrowed, as if daring him to do just that. "What happened Henry? And what's with the photo? Who are those people? The man looks just like you... And don't you even think about lying to me again," she added getting angry. "After everything we've been through together, I think I deserve the truth for once… What's going on?"

With a small nod, Henry turned to his flat mate, "do you mind giving us some privacy please Abraham?"

"Oh no, I think this time I'll stay," Abe said stubbornly, taking a seat just off to the side, so as not to be too obtrusive.
"Of course you will" Henry muttered under his breath, before turning back to her without further argument. "Before we start Jo, I want to tell you a story," Henry said slowly, taking the seat opposite her. "It may seem fanciful and ridiculous and completely unrelated at first, but if you bear with me… I'm hoping that it will help you understand. I assure you, it will all make sense in the end."

"Okay," she said warily, shooting a quick glance towards Abe who responded with a small smile.

Clearing his throat, Henry finally looked up at her. His face was quite calm and his eyes were focused, but it was his hands that betrayed him. His fingers were in a constant state of movement, flexing in and out and twisting nervously between his palms.

"Like I said, it's a long story."

She simply nodded in return, her own fake smile already plastered in place. "That's okay, I like long stories."

Realising that he could stall no longer, Henry took a deep breath and began.

"The story begins 200 years ago, with an ordinary man. Born into privilege, this man was the eldest son of a wealthy British family. In fact, his father owned a shipping company, which traded various goods around Europe and the West Indies. Eventually money problems forced the company to enter into the slave trade and when the man found out, he was furious. You see, he was a doctor and the mere thought of his family having anything to do with slavery made his stomach curl.

"Disgusted with his father's actions, the doctor sought passage on a ship, bound for the colonies. He sought to make right his father's wrongs and in doing so, help free the slaves. But something went wrong. On the night he was to put his plan into action, he was asked to examine one of the prisoners who had fallen ill. Convinced the slave had cholera, the captain wanted to throw the sick man overboard, but the doctor wouldn't allow it. He was then shot by the captain's flintlock pistol, and his body was thrown overboard."

Jo silently rubbed her fingers over her forehead. Her patience was already wearing thin.

"The story should have ended there, but it was at this point, that something strange happened. The dead man was transformed somehow and he later woke in the water, gasping for breath without a single scratch on him. The only evidence of his ordeal, was the large scar over his heart where the bullet had entered."

"I was shot."

The voice rang clear in her mind as her memory flashed back to an earlier time: Henry, kneeling shirtless on a cold, concrete floor, his body weak and shaking with shock.

"What is that?!"

"A story for another time."

She remembered the start of that conversation well, sitting in the noisy bar hours later. It was just one more, of many secrets that he had kept from her. She had often wondered how that story may have ended, and she had often cursed Lucas for interrupting them.

"The doctor was left stranded, floating in the ocean for several days. Body weak and with nothing to aid in his survival, the man died numerous times, only to re-emerge again in the water, his body completely healed. Eventually the man was picked up by a passing ship and he was later returned to London, where he was reunited with his wife. She was understandably quite relived, after learning of her husband's miraculous return from the dead. For a while the two of them were happy, but she had questions and she wanted to understand what had happened. Eventually the doctor gave into his wife's wishes, and he told her the remarkable tale. The next day, she had him committed to Charing Cross Asylum.

"Now, it's important to remember Jo, that asylum's back in the 19th century, were nothing like the mental health care facilities of today. No one really understood mental illness back then, and the sick rarely recovered. Staff were mostly unqualified and patients were usually kept in chains. Treatments like water boarding and blood purging were common and nothing short of barbaric. It was in these conditions that the doctor found himself confined for months on end, enduring nothing short of torture, until he was eventually transferred to Southwark Prison. It was there, where was able to finally hang himself, after which he woke up naked in the Thames a few miles away."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't understand what this has to do with…" she interrupted with annoyance. She was going to say more but was quickly cut off.

"Just stick with him Jo" Abraham said gently, "it'll all make sense soon."

With a sigh of irritation, she returned her gaze to Henry, and after clearing his throat, the doctor continued.

"For the next one hundred and thirty years, the man lived his life in solitude. He continued to work as a doctor, while he moved around the country, afraid that someone would find out about his condition. He lived through wars, disease and natural disasters; saw the birth of kings and queens. He saw the world grow and change around him, as he himself stayed the same. He lived a very lonely life, until one day he met a young woman.

"It was during the dying stages of World War Two. The man was serving in the medical corps and had been stationed at a temporary hospital camp in north-west Poland, to help treat patients arriving from the death camps. He had just finished treating a wounded soldier, when he was distracted by the sounds of a crying child. He went to investigate and that's when he saw her - a field nurse, cradling a young Jewish baby."

Henry's eyes slowly shifted towards Abe, a small smile appearing on his face. "It was love at first sight. She was beautiful, kind and spontaneous, and the baby boy was in near perfect health. It was fate that brought the three of them together – the beautiful woman, the miraculous boy and the impossible man. The two soon adopted the young child and the three of them became a family. And for the first time, in a very long time, the man was finally happy."

Henry looked down at the small black and white photograph with a sad smile and took a moment to collect his thoughts. Jo followed his gaze and froze at the sight of the family portrait. The photograph was clearly quite old and yet the man looked so much like Henry, the similarities were uncanny, almost as if they could be the same person…

No, it couldn't be.

She turned to get a read on Abraham, but he too shared Henry's look of sad reflection. She turned back to her partner, eager to hear more.

"For the next twenty years, the doctor could almost forget about his immortality. In many ways, they were just like every other family around at that time. They went to work, payed their bills, went on outings… but of course it couldn't last forever. Whilst his wife and son grew older, the man remained the same, frozen in time, unable to age. After 40 years, it became too much for the man's wife and she left him. He came home one day to a note, saying that she needed some time."

Henry's face had lost the small shine it previously had; his shoulders slumped as he glanced down at the table. It occurred to Jo that Henry's body language did not appear to be consistent with someone who was just retelling a story. It was clear that there was meaning behind his words, but how, she was unsure. If it wasn't such ludicrous story, she would have almost guessed that he was remembering these events… but that would be impossible… wouldn't it?

"It turns out that that the man's wife, had eventually decided to return to her family but never got the opportunity. You see by chance, she had crossed paths with another immortal, who wanted to know about the doctor and his condition. In a desperate attempt to protect her husband's identity, she ran her car off the road and killed herself, in order to keep his secret safe."

The car

Her mind flashed back to a dark red car, hidden off the side of the road under mounds of vegetation. The front of the vehicle torn and twisted, with the front windscreen smashed, and a distraught Medical Examiner, unearthing an old woman's skull. She then remembered the tears in Henry's eyes as he tried to conduct his examination and the look of shock and horror when he was told of the woman's fate.

"What...? Are you saying that she crashed, was ejected from the car, resuscitated, only to then take her own life?"

"Why would somebody do that?

"To get away from someone."

Finally she thought back to Henry's gaol cell and the conversation they had shared that morning, several weeks ago.

"Why does a 30 year old case have you acting like this? Who is she?"

"Abe's mother."
"No, who is she to you?"

She was getting confused now, but wasn't quite sure why.

"Of course the doctor and his son didn't know any of this at the time. They searched desperately for over a year, the doctor sinking into a great depression. He knew that she had been unhappy, but there was nothing he could do to fix it. He blamed himself, and couldn't bear the thought of living without her. Eventually the man's son convinced him to move to New York, where the two of them set up a small business together. He tried to settle back into things but found that he couldn't. The man ended up leaving the city, in order to continue his futile crusade. It was then that he began to experiment on himself, trying to unlock the key to his curse. He would kill himself in all different manners, trying to find patterns which would one day, help him end his life. After many years, the man came to accept the fact that his wife was lost to him, and he returned to New York to be with his son. He decided to try to rebuild his life. He got a job where he would be able to help people, yet still continue his study of death."

"Why death Henry? … Why did you choose death? What happened to you? Did you grow up next to a cemetery or something?"

"I guess… I enjoy solving puzzles. I mean what greater riddle is there?

"Well what's to solve? You want to live forever?"

"Not exactly."

"The man's life was finally back on track. He enjoyed his work and had started to make some friends, when one day he received a phone call from an anonymous caller. It was the other immortal; he called himself Adam, and claimed to be over two thousand years old. For the first time, the man knew that he was not alone in the world. He hoped to get some answers, but it didn't take long for him to realise that Adam was a psychopath. A cold hearted killer, who after two millennia, had lost all trace of humanity. He manipulated the doctor and threated those around him for his own sick pleasure, and to get what he wanted."

"I have a stalker. It began a few months ago with an anonymous call. I thought it was nothing to worry anyone about. Just a lonely person with an obsession with death. But I soon realised that he was disturbed, insane really. He believes that he's immortal."

The memory was vivid and she could feel her heart racing. She couldn't quite believe that she was even entertaining the thought, but in some strange way, it was all making sense.

"You see Adam had a theory: That only the weapon that was responsible for a person's immortality, had the power to end to it. The flintlock pistol which killed the doctor, was eventually recovered from the bottom of the ocean by a salvage team. Adam gave it to the man as a gift of sorts, with the hopes that the doctor, in return, would help him find the weapon which created him. Months later, the blade was discovered by accident in a museum, and then almost immediately went missing again."

"The pugio dagger," Jo whispered in disbelief.

Henry looked at her with a smile, "yes."

It was all coming together, all of Henry's random historical facts, his old fashioned habits, all the strange off handed comments about being old; the fact that he had no self-preservation instinct and would constantly put himself in danger, without a moment's hesitation…

"Adam began his search for the pugio, leaving death and destruction in his path. The doctor did what he could to protect the people around him and eventually managed to get hold of the dagger himself. With both weapons now located, the doctor contacted Adam, and the two of them agreed to meet in an abandoned platform, under a subway station.

She remembered following Henry through the subway earlier that day. Train hopping for almost 20 minutes, before losing him at the final station. She remembered hearing gunshots, two of them – it's what led her to the platform to begin with.

"What happened?" Her mouth was dry, her whole body felt numb. She could guess how the story would end, but she needed to hear it anyway. She needed to know.

"When the man got to the platform, Adam was already there. The doctor, who wanted nothing more to do with the other immortal, took out the dagger and tossed it by Adam's feet. When he tried to leave, Adam wouldn't allow it. Somehow the other immortal had managed to get his hands on the doctor's flintlock pistol and he fired a warning shot into the wall. You see, Adam was trying to get the attention of the doctor's partner, who, curious at his sudden strange behaviour, had followed him to the station."

Henry looked at her with steady eyes, causing her heart to almost explode out of her chest.

"Adam had quite correctly deduced that the man's greatest fear was not death itself, but of someone learning about his secret. In an act of ultimate evil and power, Adam shot the doctor in the heart - the same spot where he had been hit 200 years earlier. You see he wanted to destroy the doctor and test his theory. If he was right, then the man's partner would find a body, perhaps even watch him die. But if he was wrong, she would see him disappear. The doctor would have to either face her with his secret… or run."

Henry stared at her closely, as if trying to see in to her soul. The look he gave her was so intense; she could feel her skin begin to prickle.

"As the doctor lay there dying, blood pouring out of him… he finally felt alive… For the first time, in almost 200 years… I felt alive, Jo."

The room plunged into a deafening silence, as the two stared intently at each other. Abe flicked his eyes nervously between the two of them, trying to gage a reading on the situation. Both men were clearly waiting for some kind of reaction from her, but her face remained stubbornly blank. She was trying her best to remain calm and in control, but she was finding it rather difficult to do.

"I heard you, you know?" Henry said gently, "you were down on the platform; calling my name… you must have missed me by seconds."

Her mask slipped just a fraction, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. With a small sigh, Henry continued.

"You want to know why I am so reckless. Why I throw caution to the wind and put myself in danger. It's because I'm immortal… You found my pocket watch on the crashed train and on the abandoned platform because they're both locations where I've died and disappeared… I was found swimming naked in the East River because I had just drowned and had been brought back to life."

She swallowed hard, feeling slightly light headed, as she tried to keep her face calm and neutral.

"You want to know why I lied to you, why I worked behind your back and pushed you away... I did it to protect you… I care about you very much Jo and I didn't want you to get hurt, even if it meant that you hated me for it."

Jo opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She didn't know what to say.

Henry leaned forward and picked up the photo from the table. He looked at it fondly for a moment, before passing it back to her.

"You asked about the picture."

She took the small object carefully and looked once again at the three people within its borders. It certainly looked like Henry, but then again, she had known that before she came here.

"This is my family; my wife and son. It was taken at the end of 1945." She looked up at Henry with a mixture of confusion and surprise. Jo knew that Henry had been married before, but he had never mentioned anything about a son. In fact, she specifically remembered asking him about children.

"You wanted to know what my connection with Abraham is and why his mother's death affected me so badly… Well, Abe is my son… and his mother..."

"Was Abigail," she said quietly.

"Yes" he replied with a small nod.

"I'm so sorry."

Jo's mind was racing, she wasn't even sure which way was up any more. If what Henry said was true, then everything she thought she knew about the universe was wrong.

"Does that mean you believe me?" Henry asked, breaking her train of thought. Of course it couldn't be true, the whole thing was insane and yet… this was Henry. The most intelligent, level headed person she knew. A young man with an old soul… it just made sense… but it didn't.

She had never been so confused before in her life.

"I… I don't really know what to think to be honest. This was not the conversation I was expecting to have when I came over here."

"I understand," Henry said, looking nervously towards Abe.

Suddenly the room seemed to get very small, and the breath caught in her chest. The air had become thicker somehow and she was suffocating under their expectant eyes.

"I gotta get out of here," she said quickly, getting to her feet. "I… I need some air." Before anyone could stop her, she had made a bee-line for the staircase.

"Jo wait!"

"Henry! Let her go," she heard Abe call gently. "Take it from someone who has experience with this, she just needs some time, it's a lot to process."

Their voices faded as she descended the steps and disappeared into the store below. Her head was buzzing and she felt dizzy, as she stumbled into a large antique dresser. Leaning into the furniture, she took a moment to try to regain some composure.

How could any of this be true? The only logical explanation was that Henry was making it up. He did say it was a story after all. She could have almost made herself believe that too, if it wasn't for that last bit. That meant that Henry actually believed what he was saying - that he was immortal. In that case it was clear that the doctor was in need of some serious psychological help. But when she thought about it again, that made almost as much sense as his ridiculous story did. Maybe he was having a nervous breakdown; it wasn't unheard of, particularly in their line of work.

The thoughts were spinning around her head at such a speed, that she didn't notice the footsteps until they were right behind her. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she instinctively jumped away at the touch. Looking around in a panic, she couldn't help but feel relieved, when it was Abe's face she met and not her partners.

"Hey kid, how're you doing?" he asked gently, giving her some space.

She tried to answer but could only manage a few small, incoherent sounds, her mouth gaping open like a fish. Abe smiled at her, "it is a bit like that isn't it?"

"How is this possible?" she asked in disbelief, unable to ask anything else.

"We don't know."

She tried to take a few deep breathes, but still felt as though she were being smothered. "I need to get out of here."

"Why don't we go for a walk?" he suggested, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack and making his way towards the door. Unable to argue, she followed him out into the streets of New York, just as the sun was beginning to set. The two did not speak, but rather walked in silence, Jo enjoying the cool crispness of the air and the familiarity of the city she knew so well.

It was about ten minutes later that Abe finally broke the silence, his gentle words shattered what little peace her mind had been able to conjure since leaving the store.

"He wanted to tell you, you know?" Her heart, which had only just returned to something resembling a normal rhythm, suddenly leapt back into full workout mode. "It wasn't that he didn't trust you, he does. It's just… he was afraid. He's been hurt by people before, people he's trusted."

"You mean Nora?" He gave her a puzzled look for a moment, before realisation dawned on his face.

"You heard us talking," he said with a small smile. Jo nodded but refused to look him in the eye. "Nora was the one that hurt him the most. She was his first wife."

"The one who had him committed?"

"Yeah," he said miserably, his eyebrows furrowing. "He doesn't talk about her much; she's an old wound… My point is, it's not something you can easily accept, unless you've happened to see it for yourself."

"Is that what happened to you and to Abigail?"

"Me? No. But Abigail, yes" he said sadly, remembering the story. "She saw him get murdered, stabbed I think… He died in her arms and then, just disappeared."

Jo closed her eyes at how ridiculous that sounded, her brain still grappling with the concepts of fact and fiction.

"And you're his son?"

"Yes I am."

"So how old were you… when you first, found out?"

"I don't really know," he said thoughtfully. "Mom was always getting calls to come pick him up from the river or the police station. I guess in that sense, I've always know."

"And have you ever seen it happen?"

"What? You mean have I seen Henry die?" She nodded. "Yeah of course, several times… It never gets easier."

"So what happens?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what happens? What is it like?"

"I, ahh…" he sounded confused. "I guess it's just like anyone else." Now it was her time to be confused. "Henry's just like you and me Jo, he's not Superman. He still feels pain, his body can still break. If he gets shot, he bleeds, just like everybody else."

She instantly conjured a picture of her partner down on the train platform, his blood covering the concrete as he gasped for breath, eyes wide open with shock.

"The only difference is, it's not permanent. His body vanishes, then he reappears in the river" Abe finished, shrugging his shoulders as though it were no big deal.

"And that doesn't scare you?"

"Why should it?" he asked, "you know Henry; he's a giant teddy bear."

"I don't know Henry at all," she said bitterly.

"Of course you do. He hasn't changed; he's still the same person." She wasn't so sure that she believed him. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the luckiest man alive."

"How so?"

"Because no matter what, I'll always have my dad, I'll always have family. From the first day that Henry held me until the day I die, I will have someone by my side who loves me unconditionally and who would do anything for me. How many people are lucky enough to have that?"

Jo continued to walk in silence, her mind was still in fierce battle with itself, but at least she wasn't as panicked as she was before. The conversation died down for several minutes and she was happy to just be alone with her thoughts. Both Abe and Henry had seemed so sincere, so honest, but what they were saying was impossible, and yet so plausible at the same time. She was getting a headache.

"Listen Jo, I'm sorry but I gotta ask… what are you thinking?" Abe said a few minutes later, his eyes shining with concern.

She didn't answer for a while. It was not that she didn't want too, but because she physically couldn't. She didn't know how to even come close to express what she was thinking. Abe sighed again and continued, "I only ask because Henry has a tendency to panic and run. He really likes it here in New York, and I know he loves working with you..." Abe stopped for a moment, struggling on what to say next. "I told Henry that he could trust you; that you would listen and not call the men in white. I suppose now, I'm just looking for some reassurance." For the first time his voice sounded unsure and she gave him a puzzled look.

"What I mean is…" he tried again, stopping to look at her, "you're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. No, she would not tell anyone. What would she even say?

Abe's eyes softened his face relaxing as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She must have looked like hell.

"Are you sure you're okay kid?"

She suddenly felt lost and close to tears. Everything she thought she knew, had suddenly been turned upside down. She was an intelligent woman, who believed in hard science. Up until now, immortality was mere science fiction; it simply didn't happen in the real world.

"How did this happen?" She wasn't even sure what she was referring to anymore - Henry's condition, this whole situation, her feelings…

"I don't know."

Both his voice and eyes were full of empathy, and in that moment, she felt a very strong connection to the older man. "This is something you should probably talk to Henry about. Did you want to come back in?" he asked softly. It was only then that she realised, that he had led her back to the store. She looked up at the light, coming from the upstairs apartment and felt her chest tighten. She caught sight of a shadow move across the window and took an involuntarily step back, distancing herself from the front door. She didn't realise it before, but somewhere in the last few hours, she had become afraid of Henry Morgan.

"No, I ahhh… I think I…. I think I just need some time to process things."

Abe gave her a small smile, his head nodding slightly, "okay then."

She mumbled her farewells then turned to walk back to her car, her hands fumbling anxiously with her keys.

"Oh and Jo?" Abe called after her, his voice gentle but also serious. "Don't stay away too long okay? Henry's already freaking out; he could use a friend right now."

Without a further word, she jumped in her car and drove home.

There was no way she would be sleeping tonight.

A/N: This is the first of three chapters, I hope everyone liked it. Please feel free to leave a comment, would love some feedback.