What Goes Around…Comes Around

Dark…too dark to see…too dark to run…to run safely…to get away…

Her breathing was rapid. She tried desperately to control it, to make it stop, to make it quiet. She threw her hand over her mouth in a vain attempt but her nose made just as much noise. She tried not to cry. That would be worse.

Then he would hear.

Then he would know.

Then he would find her.

Even in the dark.

She pressed her body against the cold wall, feeling it through the thin nightshirt that barely reached her knees. The floor, just as cold, stung her bare feet and she stepped carefully, fighting the urge to run, fighting the urge to scream.

But he was coming.

She could hear him…breathing heavy and hungry. She could smell the stale liquor that was him…the motor oil and engine grease that stained his hands…the sickening scent of the sweet aftershave he splashed on thinking it would hide the rest.

She stifled the gag, pressing one hand to her mouth and the other to her stomach. 'Please, please not again, not now.' She silently prayed to any deity listening.

She slid along the wall in this unfamiliar place, searching for anywhere, any place to hide. Any place to wait for the sun to come and take him away. He'd leave her alone in the light…when the others were awake…when he'd have to go off to work on his cars and drink his drink until the dark came again.

Her small hand felt the corner of the wall. She'd come to the end. Maybe it was the hall that lead to the back door…maybe the hall to his workshop…not there…

She squeezed the tears out of her eyes and swallowed the sob that tried to escape, making a small mewling sound. And she knew, even before she heard his soft hum that he had found her.

The floor creaked slowly as his heavy footsteps approached and she froze against the wall willing her icy cold feet to move, to just slip around the corner and disappear. She could just make out his shape in the moonless dark. A few more steps…little more than an arm's reach… She knew he was smiling that yellow-tooth nicotine smile. She knew it wasn't a kind smile, not even a real smile…it was like that clown, that mean clown that took away children in that movie she snuck in to watch last summer.

She moved, a breath before his rough hand could snatch her arm, skidding around the corner, hoping against hope that the back door was at the end of this hall and that it was unlocked. She could escape, even without clothes or shoes…escape…

A smaller but just as calloused cold hand grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck as she crashed into the solid body blocking her way to the door. Behind her, she heard him stop…heard him slide against the wall to hide in the quiet darkness. His breathing slowed, quieted with practiced ease and she heard him softly pad farther away.

But this other hand, this violent hand shook her hard…so hard she bit her tongue and swallowed the blood lest it drip on the pristine floor.

She heard the swish of the belt…

"Noooo…" Skye sat up quickly, slamming her palm against the switch that threw her small bunk unto bright fluorescent light. She took several deep breaths as she balled the tangled blanket into her tight fists.

The door swished open causing her to jump and pull the blankets protectively up to her chin. She almost laughed at herself for such a childish, useless reaction and stared wide-eyed into the narrowed eyes that stared back at her.

May stepped inside and allowed the door to close silently behind her, somehow not so intimidating in a baggy T-shirt and shabby grey sweats. Skye's eyes followed her, never moving her blanket shield from its place. She stopped and stood at the foot of the bed.

"Everything okay?" She inquired without emotion.

Skye nodded then corrected herself knowing how much Melinda May hated wordless responses. "I…yeah…" she cleared her throat hoping to lower the pitch of her voice and wriggled into a semi sitting postion. "I'm…no…yeah, it's good." She nodded as she rubbed the soft edge of the blanket under her nose, secretly hoping May did not notice the tears she had yet to wipe away.

May did that thing with her lips that she always did when she knew Skye was not being totally truthful and nodded almost imperceptibly. She waited, folding her hands gracefully in front of her.

Skye took a deep breath which turned into more of a shaky sniffle and tried to smile at this odd visitor to her bunk, but the smile didn't reach her eyes and it didn't fool Melinda May. "It was just a dream…" she huffed, trying more to convince herself than her SO.

"Sounded like a nightmare." May retorted matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow at the young agent in training.

"Nightmare, dream…same thing." Skye shrugged her shoulders.

"Then why the defense?" May inquired, reaching up and gently pulling the blanket from Skye's grip. She sat down softly at the foot of the girl's bed.

Skye quickly wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her own baggy shirt. "Well…" she thought quickly, shooting May a casual smile. "Well, how was I to know who was poking around and inviting themselves into my bunk at this hour?"

May rolled her eyes and subtly shook her head. "That's the best you can come up with?"

Skye let out a sigh pulling her blanket back and wrapping her still shaking hands inside. "It was just a bad dream, May. No biggie."

Again May stared deep into the girl's eyes until Skye had to look away, absently wringing her hands under the blanket. "Fourth night in a row, but who's counting?"

Skye's head popped up. She opened her mouth but was cut off.

"Third time since we landed outside of Sacramento, if you count that little catnap you had on the plane right before. Four counting the night Coulson told us we had job here."

Skye pulled her legs up and crossed them in front of her. May was good, and she had her own nightmares as well. Heck it was 3 a.m. and the woman was wide awake, must have been all those other times as well.

"Don't you sleep?" Skye blurted out as the thought left her mind through her mouth. The corners of her mouth turned down and she cringed, waiting for her superior's retort.

May glared for an instant before nodding. She stood and moved toward the door. "Let's go." She announced as the door opened. It wasn't a request and Skye knew that, but it was 3:00 IN THE MORNING!

"May…" Skye whined as she untangled herself from her blankets.

"Or…I could just beat it out of you…" May smirked without turning around.

Skye froze for a second. She laughed a small silent laugh. "Funny," she remarked to herself then realized Melinda May never joked, never teased…she only said what she had to and what she meant. The girl pulled her foot from the bedding that had tumbled to the floor and practically fell into the hallway to follow the senior agent.

The Bus was quiet, dark…almost scary. Skye shook off the remnants of her latest, long forgotten recurring nightmare and hurried to catch up with May who had disappeared into the galley. She stopped in the doorway and watched as her SO drew a mug from the shelf and set it on the table then lifted the small china pot and poured steaming liquid into it. She pulled out the chair in front of the mug and commanded one word. "Sit."

It was quiet and gentle, but a command none the less, and Skye obeyed, uncharacteristically, but now she was curious, excited even. This is what May did during the night. Sneaking around like a stealthy mama cat watching over all the others onboard. Oh, did she have something to tell Jemma at breakfast. This was a whole new program their resident robot was exhibiting.

"It's tea." May remarked dryly, nodding toward the cup.

Skye tried unsuccessfully to wipe the smile from her face and sat up straight. "Oh…oh, yeah, tea…that's, that's, that's…n-nice." She stuttered, finally pulling the warm mug to her lips and taking a sip if only to shut her self up. It was warm and sweet, with a hint of what…ginger?. She smiled and took a longer drink.

May did the same, hiding the smile on her lips but not the one that reached her eyes. Luckily, Skye was not paying much attention. Something her SO was working on with the girl. Read everything and everyone. You need to be aware of everything in your surroundings. She'd told the girl over and over, hoping somehow it would sink in. But it was before dawn and Skye had been wracked with nightmares for almost a week. She'd give her some slack…on that topic…for now.

"You wanna talk about it?" May asked over her mug.

Skye swallowed her tea with a gulp. "It?"

"The nightmare."

Skye forced a weak smile and shook her head looking into her cup rather than the penetrating eyes of her superior. "I told you it was just a dream…wake up and poof, it's gone." She snapped her fingers for emphasis. Then quickly brought the mug up and took another drink.

May watched.

She watched how the girl bounced the ball of her foot under the table, how she glanced to the darkened room outside the galley door, how she flinched just a hair when the clock on the stove clicked a bit louder in the early morning silence. In fact she seemed overly aware of every little creak and squeak the Bus made, those that no one noticed during the hustle of the day. The small beads of sweat still lingered on her forehead and her damp hair clung to the sides of her face and neck. Her clothes, twisted and wrinkled, were testament to the tossing and turning that had been part of her nightly turmoil. Her breathing was not quite normal despite her continued attempts to slow it down. May could see the soft throbbing of the veins in her neck and temple that gave away her rapid pulse. No this was much more than a simple dream, even more than a nightmare…it was one rooted in memory...in trauma. May knew more than she cared to know about that type nightmare, much more.

"Skye," she tried to keep her voice gentle, even. "We both know you're lying and we both know how much I detest lying."

"I'm na-ha-hot…" Skye breathed, leaning forward then pulling back. "That would be…just be silly…why would I lie about a silly dream. Pishaw!" She waved a hand in front of her exaggerating the archaic term, then turned sideways, crossed her legs and picked up her mug to take another sip.

May sat back, drawing her arms across her chest. "I know a lot about nightmares, Skye, a lot more than you might think." Skye swallowed her tea and blinked, chewing her bottom lip as she set the cup on the table again. May leaned forward, without moving her arms and said just above a whisper. "And I know when you're lying to me."

Skye let out a long breath and nibbled on her thumb nail.

'Another tell,' Melinda smiled to herself.

"I don't want to talk about it." Skye's voice was small, almost childlike as she turned back to the table and ran her finger around the rim of the cup.

"That's a start." May retorted. At Skye's confused look she continued, "you admit there's an

it to talk about."

Skye shook her head. "No, no…it was just a dream, just a dream…it goes away," she stared into the darkness outside the galley door. Balling her hand into a tight fist, she bounced it on her knee and to herself repeated in a soft whisper, "It always goes away."

May watched as the girl rocked back and forth. "You've had this dream, this nightmare before." It wasn't a question.

"But it goes away. It goes away. It always does." She looked at May now, unshed tears in her eyes, her false bravado slipping away. Skye used humor to mask her fears, sarcasm thrown in when all else failed. Even that seemed to be fading. May could almost see her mind being sucked into the memory she had probably tried to convince herself had never really happened.

Skye tried to still her fear. Her head was beginning to hurt with the strain and even her stomach felt a little queasy. Maybe it was the ginger tea. Maybe it was because she'd never let herself look so deeply at this secret memory, the one she refused to see.

"It doesn't go away, Skye." May set her mug on the table and waited for the girl to meet her eyes. "It just waits for you to remember again."

"Remember?" Skye looked away as if she'd been stung. "No…no, there's nothing to remember…it's just…just a stupid dream…a dumb kid's nightmare…a silly, stupid…" She was no longer speaking to May but to the floor, wringing her hands as she did. That's what she told herself over and over ever since…ever since…and every time that horrific memory crept to the surface, every time something reminded her, every time the nightmares came back. Trying now to convince herself, to force herself to believe there was no reality to account for her recent night terrors.

May stood and moved to Skye, squatting in front of her and taking the girl's cold trembling hands into her own. Skye slid from the chair to the floor, landing on her knees. May caught her before she completely collapsed. She lowered them both to the floor and held the shuddering girl to her, wishing she had allowed someone to do the same for her when her world started to fall apart. It wasn't like someone didn't try. She just wouldn't let him.

She would not let this girl make that same mistake.

"It couldn't have been real. It couldn't have. It couldn't have happened." Skye raised her head and pleaded with her SO, shaking her head with every sentence. May nodded for every toss of the girl's head. "No! No, it shouldn't have happened." She collapsed again into May's embrace and May began to feel that perhaps she had taken on more than she could manage. She wasn't the one for this. She was the fighter, the defense, the protector…never the comforter. That was Couslon's area, but he slept like a log, night after night in deep, relaxing sleep. And she hated him for it.

Skye slid down until she rested her head in May's lap, her sobs slowly turning into sniffles. May managed to snag a napkin from the table above them and offered it to her. As the girl calmed, her SO absently began running her fingers through the damp hair, brushing it away from her face. When she was sure Skye had calmed enough she pulled both of them up and moved to the couch in the common room, flicking on the soft nighttime lights.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, May pushing back against the cushions as Skye perched on the edge of the seat. The older agent watched as the younger drew shaky breaths, knowing she was now reliving a memory rather than hashing out a convoluted nightmare.

The mind does such weird things to us in sleep. It takes memories and twists them into strange almost "Alice in Wonderland" terms. May knew that from experience. Happy memories could be turned inside out and upside down. Anxieties could have you delivering your graduation speech in your underwear or trying to make it through the school day with no shoes. Terrifying memories could be turned into demonic savages that ate away at you until you could not tell what really happened from what the nightmares turned it into.

Skye would not go there. She would stop this now.

Reaching forward, May put a hand on Skye's shoulder and the girl fell back, needing only that small bit of permission to resume the comfort of May's embrace. She pulled her feet onto the couch curling up next to the older agent, resting her head against her shoulder. She shuddered softly as May wrapped her arms around her pulled her closer.

"You're safe now." She breathed across the top of Skye's head. "It can't hurt you. You survived it when it happened. You will survive now." Phil Coulson had said those same words to her so many years ago, but she turned away. She thought he'd given up, but there he was dragging her onto his Bus, with these kids, and then with THIS kid. He'd never give up. Never

Skye nodded and took a deep breath. She didn't want to tell May her haunting secret. She'd never told anyone, ever. But, here she was, right here, holding her…making her feel the safety that Skye had only imagined a mother could do. May was asking all the right questions and the answers were about to come spilling out. She couldn't control them. She couldn't contain them. She trusted May. May would keep her secret. May would not judge. Mothers don't.

Skye closed her eyes and told her self it was okay to pretend…just for a little bit… In that safe place she allowed the tainted memory its release.

"It was here, here in Sacramento…I haven't been here since. Never wanted to see this place again. Never."

May combed her fingers through the girl's hair and rested her chin on Skye's head. She had a dire feeling about where this was going and she fought to keep her own emotions at bay.

"I wasn't there long. Only a week, maybe two, not long." Skye began hesitantly. "The house was clean, real clean but it smelled like…like a garage." She shook her hands in front of her. "Like oil or grease or tires or something." She drew a ragged breath. "They had an older daughter…Linda, no, no Lisa….Lydia, Lydia… She was about sixteen, I guess, I never really knew. She just told me she was too old."

Melinda's hand stopped and she swallowed the churning in her stomach. Skye stopped and turned to look at her. "It's okay," She whispered and continued playing with the girl's hair, helping her to relax.

Skye remained silent and May feared she had once again buried her thoughts, refusing to let go of the dreadful memory that had haunted her for who knew how long.

"She never smiled." Skye broke the silence. "She stayed in her room most of the time." She grew quiet again. "The first night…that first night…" Skye's voice cracked with unspent tears. "He came into my room…in the dark…he said he didn't want me to be afraid…all alone in a strange place…" She sobbed and May hugged her tightly, using every ounce of her ability to control her breathing, her rage at where this was going.

"He got on the bed next to me and I moved away…but he pulled me back…and…" May heard Skye's voice catch and willed herself to remain calm, to continue softly rubbing her shoulder. "I stood up and told him I wasn't afraid and I wasn't a baby." Her voice a bit stronger now as she balled her hand into a fist and softly tapped May's knee. "He tried to pull me back again…and…and…I bit him." She turned to look into May's eyes, wanting her to know she fought back. "Hard, I bit him hard on his arm. I bet he still has a scar. I bet he does." And she was sobbing again, into May's chest, held tightly…safely.

'That's my girl,' she smiled, but May only made soft shushing noises, surprising herself more than her charge. "How old were you, Skye? Do you remember?"

Skye sniffed and wiped her nose with the napkin she still held. "Eight..." She answered turning away from May. The older agent cringed. "Maybe nine…" Skye corrected as she slid down to rest her head in May's lap for a second time. She was quiet, her breathing ragged as she remembered. "There was a picture of a horse on the wall in that bedroom. It must have won some race because it had one of those rose horseshoe kinda thingies around its neck." There was a long pause. "That's a weird thing to remember, isn't it?"

May squeezed her shoulder and Skye knew she understood.

"The wife just wanted everything to be clean. I think the girl, Lydia, stayed in her room because her mom was always telling her she was dirty and she needed to be clean. She'd look at me and tell me I better stay clean too. She made me wash my hands over and over and I had to take two baths every day." Skye blurted out this information in one breath. May knew she was avoiding the real issue, but she was talking. "I hated the night more than the cleaning. I started sleeping under the bed. He was too big. He didn't fit there."

May held in the growl that threatened to escape, imagining a tiny Skye hiding in terror from this animal and no one to protect her, no one for her even to hope to protect her. She pulled the girl closer.

"But he was strong and he lifted the mattress right off the bed and pulled me out. He told me he paid for that bed and I was going to sleep in it…even if he had to sleep with me to make sure. He…he squeezed me so tight…I didn't think I could breathe. Then he let go and put me in the bed…but…but…" The tears came fast and although she didn't want to she started to sob again. May started to pull her up but she waved her off. "No…I have to keep going. I can't if I have to look at you." Skye kept her head turned away…embarrassed…ashamed.

"Skye…Skye, it wasn't your fault…you were only a little girl. He never sh…" May began.

"Please, May…" she held up a hand. "Please let me finish."

May nodded and rubbed the girl's shoulder again.

"He kept his hand on my chest pressing me down so I couldn't go anywhere. He told me we were going to be very good friends and if I bit him again he'd show me what a bite really was." Skye swallowed hard and hesitated, lost for a moment in the dark memory.

May imagined the damage she could cause to this monster.

Skye shivered bringing May back to the present. "He got real close to me and rubbed his awful hand on my arm and my leg and I started to cry and he told me to be very, very quiet." She let out a soft sob then sniffed it back. "Then there was this loud crash and someone turned on a light. He pushed his hand against my mouth so hard that my lips started to bleed. He told me not to say a word and then he was gone. There was a lot of noise outside, people yelling and cursing. I fell on the floor and then hid in the closet as far back as I could, but he didn't come back that night." Skye let out a long breath and drew it back. "I didn't see him for a few days. Nobody said where he was and I didn't ask. Then I got sick." She pushed herself up and sat next to May, folding her legs criss-cross in front of her. She sniffled a few times and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I guess it was some kind of stomach bug because I threw-up…a lot. And that got the wife in a real tizzy, being all clean and tidy and all. I made a mess in the kitchen and again in the bathroom. She had to clean it and she was like a maniac. She whipped me with a belt or something for being dirty."

May's blood was boiling. She was already plotting how to find these people and make them pay for hurting this kid…her kid. But for now, she'd remain stoically calm…for her kid.

"I stayed in the bedroom they let me use the rest of the day. The wife gave me this old shirt to wear, nothing else. I think it was some kind of cleaning rag. It smelled like Pledge, which didn't really help my upset stomach. She said that way she could just throw it away and not have to deal with it. She gave me a bucket and told me where to empty it and NOT to make anymore mess or she'd have the rest of my hide." Skye sucked in a breath and steeled herself to go on. "I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was dark and I'd already thrown up all over the bed. I thought I could take care of it myself. She took all the blankets and sheets and left me with some kind of drop cloth stuff that smelled like him."

Again, May swallowed her ire, this time feeling her temperature rise. She held Skye close with one arm while the other rolled into a fist so tight her nails dug into her palm.

"I opened the door…I just wanted to get to the bathroom…but there he was…standing there with that awful smile." Skye dropped her face into her hands and rested her elbows on her knees. She shook her head, her voice small and child-like. "I tried to shut the door…but he was too strong…too fast. He pushed it open and I wanted to get away but…but…I just stood there." She fell forward, pulling herself into a tight ball, sobbing into her hands. "Why didn't I run? Try to get away?"

May pulled the girl closer, until her head rested against the older woman's chest. "You were a child, Skye. And you were terrified…"

"But, I should have tried!" Skye almost screamed. "I knew better, I did." She nodded her head and tried to push away, but May held her fast. "The older kids at St. Agnes, they told us about men like him…told us to run and scream and fight. But I just froze…I froze, May." She looked up at her SO. "I was a coward…"

May brushed the hair from the girl's face. "You were nine-years-old…you were a baby and he was a monster." She corrected quietly, but inside she already planned this piece of filth's fate.

Skye stared for a moment and shook her head before turning away. She took several deep breaths and grew quiet. She rested against May's chest not caring who would find out or what they would say. She listened to the soft thumping of May's heartbeat and thought 'this is what it would be like to have a mother…a mother like…' But she wouldn't let the thought complete itself.

She could stop now. She wanted to stop. May would not force her to go on if she didn't want to continue. May would understand. But she was almost there…almost past the awful truth of it. She drew a long shaky breath and felt May's arms tighten around her shoulders.

"He pulled me out of the room and into the bathroom." Skye said quickly, because if she didn't it might not come out at all. "He said he wanted to help me get cleaned up and I felt so sick and I was crying and he said to stop and that he would make me feel better." She was rambling, falling over the words that poured from her. "But, but I couldn't stop and he…he…said we had to get rid of my messed up clothes so…so…he…he…"

Her crying made it almost impossible to understand what she was saying, but May knew this was the apex of the memory, the worst of it. This would be the hardest, for both of them and for as much as she wanted to stop Skye's pain; May knew the best thing was for her to go through it. Relive it and then heal, move past it and grow because of, if not in spite of it. She hugged her a little tighter, but remained silent.

Skye squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, not sure if she was trying to push the memory away or bring it into focus. She picked at the napkin she still held, now just a wad of damp stringy paper but she wiped her nose anyway. She felt the bile rise in her throat and knew she was going to vomit pushing away from her safety net and grabbing a nearby waste basket just in time. She fully expected the stoic May to be repulsed and to finally remove herself from this insane situation, but the woman just rubbed her back and held her hair away from her face then took the bucket away. She helped the girl lay back on the couch and stepped away, returning with a cool rag, a cup of water and a clean bucket. Skye was grateful for each.

May sat back in her space and Skye inched back into hers. "I'm really sorry, May…I…" The older woman merely shook her head and pulled the girl back to her chest, rubbing small circles on her back and resting her chin atop Skye's head. May was sure she was trying to calm herself as much as she was the girl. They sat in silence, listening to the hum of the Bus' engines and the soft plinks of the night noises around them.

"He took my clothes." Skye whispered almost imperceptivity into May's shirt. "I had nothing." May swallowed hard and forced herself calm. "He touched me, May." She could barely be heard, even in the silence. "And I let him…"

May pushed the girl away in order to look at her. She held Skye's face in her hands. "You DID NOT let him do anything. He was three times your size. You were helpless, Skye."

The girl's eyes closed and she swallowed hard. "I was a child." She whispered.

May nodded and pulled her close again.

"He said he was going to get me cleaned up and he got a rag and some soap and made me stand on the toilet lid and I was crying so much and he kept shushing me and saying I would like it. But I didn't like him near me or touching me. I pushed his hand and he pulled my arm so hard and got so close to me." Skye felt her stomach lurch again.

May's blood boiled. She gritted her teeth so hard she bit the inside of her cheek and swallowed the coppery taste it created. She breathed as deep as she could without alarming the girl resting against her. Yes, they had completed their mission here in Sacramento and Coulson had given everyone a few days R&R, she knew exactly what she'd use that time to do.

"When he was done…after he cleaned me up…he, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my room…and…and, Lydia…" Skye stopped for a moment and wrinkled her brow, remembering something she hadn't in the past. "Lydia opened her door. She looked right at me, right at me…even though he was trying to keep me behind him. She looked right at me." She seemed to be telling herself this rather that May. "He yelled something at her…told her to get back to bed…to shut her door and mind her business. I…think…I think I might have said help…but maybe I just thought it. She…just looked at me and closed her door." Skye said the last with an air of disbelief almost asking herself how the teen could do such a thing.

After a long pause she continued. "He threw me into the bedroom and slammed the door. Why didn't anyone hear? Why didn't the wife…" Realization dawned on the girl and anger overtook her. "She knew!" She pulled herself up and turned to face her SO. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, sniffling as she swallowed her tears. "She knew and she didn't do anything! She just let him…" The memory of what he did shadowed her anger and her voice caught in a sob. "She just let him…why…why would she let him…" She slid back to May and let the tears flow again. "He pushed me down on the bed and then he was over me on his hands and knees and I tried to wriggled away but he held my wrists above my head with one of his hands and…I…felt him touch my leg…my…"

May wasn't sure she could hold her anger any longer, wasn't sure she could hear anymore of this nightmare memory. She closed her eyes still gently rubbing Skye's back with one hand while the nails of the other dug into the leather of the couch. She barely heard Skye continue.

"There was a crash, glass smashing and things falling. He pushed away from me and I rolled off the bed and crawled into the corner. He went out the door and the noise was louder, all kinds of smashing and there was yelling and I could hear the wife, but the smashing just got louder and louder. There was so much screaming. I grabbed some kind of clothes and went out the window and I just kept running. I didn't even know where I was going, but I ran and ran. They found me a couple days later in the park and took me back to St. Agnes'. They never told me what happened… I never told them …I got paddled for running away."

Skye wept tears of terror, tears of anger and finally tears of relief. May let her, silently reassuring her and keeping her safe, cradling her, gently rocking the way that mothers do when their child is hurt or scared and needs comforting. The girl finally gave into exhaustion falling asleep with her head in May's lap, but not before she gave May one name…Boshette.