As Amy was getting downstairs from the loft, holding Lyndy in her arms, she already knew she was going to be late for the pediatrician's appointment without even checking the time. Her daughter's leaking diaper had caused a delay to their plans as she had had to not only change her diaper but also her whole ensemble before leaving.

It seemed like now that she was a mother, time ran faster than before; no matter how quick she tried to be, there was always some kind of complication that put things on hold and made everything unnecessarily slow. As patient as she was, lately it had been too much for Amy as she had tried to navigate her life with Lyndy while Ty had been travelling for work.

"Okay, Lyndy, let's get you inside", Amy tried to soothe her fussing daughter who was probably sensing the urgency and her nervousness when Amy put her in her place in the truck. Not only was Amy worrying about being late, but she also knew Lyndy was not going to like the needles that the doctor was going to poke her with. "It's okay, it's okay..." she continued, but Lyndy didn't seem any calmer.

On the background, Amy heard Mitch parking his RAM in front of the barn and getting out. She slipped Lyndy her truck keys as it had a shiny horse keychain the baby liked to play with, hoping it would calm her. Thankfully, it did the trick.

"Hey, Amy", Mitch greeted when he slammed his truck door close. Amy looked over her shoulder, giving the man a friendly, but rushed smile.

"Hey, Mitch. Sorry, I'm running kind of late, I need to get to a pediatrician - no time to catch up", she said, hurry in her tone as she slammed shut the door and headed to her side of the door.

"It's okay", Mitch replied, waving his hand. "I get it. See you 'round."

Amy nodded and tried to open the driver's side of the door. "Yeah, bye!"

Much to her surprise, her door didn't open. Maybe she had gotten a bad grip and her fingers had slipped? Amy went for the handle again, but realized the doors were locked and no amount of jerking would open them. She sighed and started looking her keys from her pocket.

"Where are my keys...?" she said to herself, completely distracted as she was trying to remember where she had seen them last. Surely she had put them in her pocket before leaving. "Where are my keys!" Her voice was getting more desperate now, not only because of the schedule but more importantly because Lyndy was inside the truck, behind closed doors, and she had no access to her. "Oh, my god! Lyndy!"

Amy hurried on her daughter's side and looked her through the window, realizing then that she had handed the keys to Lyndy without giving it another thought. The baby was fine and was actually looking happier now as she was playing with the keychain.

"No, no no-no no..." Amy pleaded and felt like crying as she framed the window with her hands.

"What is it?" Mitch said, walking closer. He could see something was wrong, but couldn't make out what it was from Amy's pantomime and random strings of words.

"M-my keys... Lyndy has them", Amy explained, pressing her palm against her forehead as she felt like breaking down. "And the doors are locked."

"Do you have spare keys?" Mitch checked.

"Well, yeah, but Ty has them and he's out of town", Amy explained quickly, realizing they should have just had them around the house.

"Okay, so... we just need to get Lyndy to press the button", Mitch figured, knowing it was a stretch but their only option unless they wanted to do damage to the truck. "She must've gotten them locked in the first place."

"Is she going to suffocate?" Amy panicked, remembering all these things they said about keeping pets inside trucks for too long.

"No, she'll be fine", Mitch assured her, doubting Lyndy would be there for too long. "Do you have one of those lammies she likes?" he checked. He had gotten familiar with them while helping Peter babysit Lyndy earlier this year. The girl had been crying non-stop until they had been able to find her favorite toy.

Amy pulled one out of her pocket - she always carried it around in case of emergencies. "Here", Amy said, handing it to Mitch.

The man accepted it and pulled out his own truck keys. He started playing with Lammy, trying to catch Lyndy's attention. "Look at this! It's Lammy!"

The girl looked at him, smiling as soon as she recognized her friend. She reached her hand toward the toy, wanting to grab Lammy, but of course it was out of her reach.

That's where Mitch's keys came in.

He brought them in front of Lammy, making it seem like the little sheep was pressing the buttons. While doing this, Mitch was hoping the baby would mimic her toy friend's behavior as that was often how babies learned to do things.

Amy was observing at the situation, still worried sick and unable to handle anything right now. It felt like one of those straws that broke the camel's back.

"Press it!" Mitch tried to coax Lyndy with a playful tone. After a while, the girl was staring at the keys in her lap with a pondering look on her face. Mitch repeated the motion, so Lyndy would realize what to do. After a while, the baby squeezed the keys and unlocked the doors.

"Thank god!" Amy said, opening the door as soon as she heard the clicking sound. Mitch stepped aside, letting Amy take over. She gently removed the keys from her daughter's hand and while it made her cry, Mitch hurried to give her the sheep toy. "I should have just given her that in the first place, I don't know what I was thinking..." Amy sighed.

"I'm sure your mind was just preoccupied - it happens", Mitch figured, not knowing much about being a parent, but realizing it was hard work. "Don't be too hard on yourself, nothing bad happened."

"Yeah, I guess", Amy said while making sure Lyndy was okay. When the girl seemed like she was happier to get Lammy instead of the shiny keychain, Amy stepped back and looked at Mitch. "Thank you. You have no idea how much you have just helped me..."

They didn't generally interact much, but Mitch had been helpful around the ranch now that he was working with Jack again and sometimes even offered looking after Lyndy for a while, and Amy felt like she owed him a lot. It wasn't easy to adjust living with a baby while trying to work and coach Georgie at the same time, so any help she could get was appreciated and it seemed like Mitch didn't mind helping out.

"It was really not a problem", Mitch downplayed it. He noticed Amy's distraction from her eyes and wondered if she was in any condition to drive. "Hey, how about I drop you guys off to the hospital? I need to make a little run to the town, anyway", he added before Amy could refuse.

"Oh, it's okay. Lyndy's seat is already set up, and like I said, I'm running late-"

"Well, I could just drive your truck. Give you some time to catch your breath", Mitch continued, realizing the whole incident had probably shaken Amy a little bit.

Amy sighed, then letting her shoulders drop. "You know what, why not. Maybe I should calm down before going in, anyway."

Mitch opened his palm, and Amy realized it was a cue for her to give him the keys. "Alright, let's go", the man said, both of them getting inside the truck.