Walter swore softly under his breath, another call from Paige going to voicemail. He pushed the button to end the call, not leaving a message as he continued to travel down the road. He squinted his eyes when he saw smoke ahead, preparing his phone to call 911 to report the accident he assumed he would be coming upon.

His phone nearly fell out of his hand when he saw the crash, quickly giving the dispatcher the location before he pulled over. "No," he said softly, walking to the red Chevrolet that was rolled onto it's hood. "No!"

He ran over to the driver side and saw Tim hanging limp. Walter reached through the open window and held two fingers against the other man's neck, feeling no pulse. He moved quickly to the other side of the car and saw Paige through the closed window, her head bleeding freely from a large gash on her forehead.

He quickly rolled down his shirt sleeve to cover his arm and hit the window hard with his elbow. It finally shattered on the fifth hit and he was able to reach through to feel for a pulse, releasing a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when he felt a light movement under his fingers. "Paige. Paige, please wake up. Please, open your eyes."

He heard a ticking coming from the engine and instantly reached for his phone to call Happy but stopped before dialing the number, knowing she likely wouldn't answer him. He pulled his pocket knife from his back pocket and cut Paige's seatbelt, catching her before she fell and carefully pulling her through the window and moving her away from the crash then ran back to Tim to pull his body from the car.

"Paige," he said again, kneeling next to her and running his fingers through her hair. "Paige. Paige, please." He smiled when he heard a soft groan. "You're gonna be okay. Help's on the way." He kissed her forehead quickly, when he pulled away he saw her eyes open. "Hi. Hi. You're gonna be okay," he told her again, running a hand through her hair again. "Just stay with me, okay? I love you, Paige. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was so stupid. Just stay with me, okay?"

He turned back to the car when he heard a loud pop, throwing his body over Paige's, heat from the fire that had erupted and pieces of glass and metal hit his back. He shook his head as his ear rang, sighing in relief when he heard sirens.


Walter sat in the waiting room, leaning his head against the back of his chair, his arm in a sling. "Walter," Cabe said from behind him. He stood up when we saw Cabe, Sylvester, Ralph, and Toby walking toward him. "What the hell happened?" he asked.

Ralph sat down silently, looking down at his lap as the adults spoke around him.

Walter shrugged his shoulder. "Paige is in and out, and Tim…" he trailed off and looked at Cabe, shaking his head once.

"What happened to you?" Sly asked, looking at Walter's arm.

"Hairline fracture. I broke the window," he told him dismissively.

"Guys!" The men all turned as Happy ran into the waiting room. Toby walked towards her, she dodged him and went to Walter. "How is she?"

"Not good," Cabe told her.

Toby walked to Happy again, standing over her shoulder. "Can we talk?" he said.

She shook her head. "You're drunk."

"What's his name?"

She turned to look at him. "You're doing this now? Seriously?"

He shrugged. "When?"

"Toby," she said, shaking her head. "No. Not now."

"Don't I deserve answers?"

"Toby!"

"Hey!" Cabe snapped. "Cool it, you two. It can wait." He looked at Ralph, who had his knees pulled up to his chest. "Your mom's gonna be just fine, trust me." Ralph only nodded in response.

They looked back at Walter, who was walking down the hallway toward Paige's room. He stopped outside her door, smiling when he heard her voice.

"Can you tell me your full name?" the doctor in her room asked.

"Paige Katharine Dineen."

"Good. Date of birth?"

"April 13, 1986."

"Good. Good. Do you know what year it is?"

"2013."