J.D. gently touches Molly's outer forearm. His touch brings her back to reality. She exhales as he begins to speak.

"Let's get you home," he whispers.

She nods subtly, following him to his car. The car ride back to her apartment is silent. As the street signs blow past she thinks of the events of her day. They are nearly home when he breaks the silence.

"Are you okay?"

She doesn't make eye contact. She chooses, instead to continue watching out the passenger's side window. After what seems like an eternity she finally answers him.

"I don't think that I'll ever be okay, again."

He doesn't continue with any follow up questions. Within a couple of minutes they reach her apartment. He reaches the door, and opens it for her. She allows him to follow her into the house. She takes a seat on the couch. He lowers himself into seat, on the other end of the couch.

"Molly what happened back there?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"How long has that been going on?" He queries.

"I don't know," she answers with a frantic look on her face.

"Molly where do you go when you disappear?"

"Most of the time I blackout. I have no memory of what happened until later."

"Where do you go?"

"Apparently to screw the brains out of strangers, in order to infect them."

"Molly you're going to get hurt."

"Don't you think that I know that? Don't you think that I want this to stop? I wish that I could control it."

He has a lightbulb moment, "Maybe you can."

She furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"

"Maybe, you can."

"Are you saying that you think I want to be like this?"

He shakes his head, "No."

"Then what are you saying?" Her voice grows louder.

"You just haven't learned to control it yet."

"I wish I had never gone up there."

"Molly, you can't change the past."

"And what about the future?"

"I don't know," he shrugs.

He scoots closer to her. She puts her hand against his bicep. She shakes her head, "You shouldn't get to close to me. Everyone who gets close to me gets hurt. My husband got killed. They took Ethan away from me. They're trying to annihilate the son that I gave birth to…"

He cuts her off, "I'm not afraid."

"You should be," she insists.

He takes her hand in his. He squeezes her hand, "I'm not afraid of you."

She exhales, and the floodgates break open. The tears begin streaming down her face. He wraps his arms around her, and she buries her head in his shoulder. His words resonate in her head as he holds her close. She feels her pulse quicken. This time she doesn't feel as if she's having tunnel vision. She doesn't start hearing things, and feeling disoriented. She lets go of him. He grins at her, and wipes the tears from her face.

"Please don't go," she begs.

"I'm not going anywhere," he insists.

She stares into his eyes for several seconds. She tries to control her desires. He leans in closer, and presses his lips against hers, initiating contact. She doesn't try to stop him. She doesn't push him away like she did before. This time she doesn't feel herself being taking over by a primal urge.

That night for the first time in weeks she sleeps through the night, without climbing out of her bed, and disappearing into the night. For the first time in a long time, she feels safe. When she wakes in the morning she is lying on her side. She feels someone staring at her. She rolls over, and finds J.D. looking at her.

"You didn't go on any adventures last night," he points out.

"But why not?"

"You almost sound disappointed."

"I just want to figure out what the hell is going on with me."

"I would like to help you figure out."

"I should get to work," she pulls the sheet off the bed, as she climbs out.

"Why?"

"So I can kill whatever it is inside of me that is making me crazy."