Swann's sad faded eyes gently glanced over at Dorothea curled up in the doorway. It had only been a week since they last saw each other in person. Looking at her made all the anger and jealousy inside him fall apart. He had done this all for her, just to keep her safe and away from all this again. How here they were. Knowing he had failed, he looked at his beautiful wife and understood what had happened. He wasted so much time looking over his shoulder and being afraid that he never did get to enjoy his marriage. It seemed as though from the moment he took her away from this awful place thirteen long years ago, he was on edge and waiting for anything to happen. Busy working and giving her the lifestyle she always deserved. Lying to the public that it was just all pretend, while suffering from deep dark nightmares of what he had done when he was only nineteen. Now here she was, his wife. Thinking back to when she was just twelve years old he felt his heart break. He didn't mean any of this to happen.

Nix then paused.

"Wait, you don't still feel something for that bitch?"

Swann's eyes nearly filled with tears as he looked at her. Slowly he said…

"Yes."

Nix made his rotting hands into fists. Pushing them upwards he screamed…

"WILL…"

With his power he sent Swann crashing against the wall. Dorothea jumped and hid her face in her hands. Hitting the wall, Swann was pinned up midair. Nix then screamed again…

"YOU…"

He then squeezed Swann's weak heart. Swann groaned in a breathless pain as Nix went on.

"EVER…"

Swann's right arm broke, pure pain washed over his pale face as he held in a scream.

"LEARN!"

This time Nix used all his power to make Swann's brain bleed. Within seconds Dorothea watched her husband shake and then fall to the dusty ground like a rag doll. Thin blood dribbled down his forehead as he twitched.

"She's just flesh Swannie boy, I'll show you!"

Nix then turned around, his eyes glowing red as he chased after Dorothea.

Ten minutes later, it was finally over. Silence washed over the crumbling building and D'Amour stood at the pit which lead right down to Hell. His head bleeding, he stared down while Dorothea crawled over to her husband. Right away she gathered him up in his arms as he cried out in pain. D'Amour glanced over his shoulder and watched the two of them. He knew the truth deep down inside. Dorothea had been lying when she said she didn't love her husband. He understood she had felt trapped all this years being scared with him. And how confused and scared she must have been when he faked his death. He knew Dorothea was a good person who did care for him. But watching right now he understood the special bond the two of them held. They loved each other, simple as that. Standing back he sighed, thinking back that what Swann said about trying to protect her. Dorothea meanwhile held Swann in her arms, slowly rocking him back and forth as he cried out in pain. Softly touching his head she tried to sooth him before looking at D'Amour with wide eyes.

"Please help him."

D'Amour knew Swann was in bad shape and that no ambulance would be able to come out fast enough. Watching Swann cry in his wife's arms he then remembered the cell phone in the car. Right away he walked over getting ready to bend down.

"What are you doing?"

Dorothea held onto Swann tighter, looking scared to death.

"We need to take him out of here, get him into the car."

"Should we move him?"

"Better then leaving him here, come on I'll get his legs."

Dorothea quickly nodded as she stood up, gently laying Swann down on the ground. Crying out he reached for Dorothea as she fought back tears. Right away D'Amour and Dorothea counted to three and lifted Swann up. Dorothea took a second, shifting the weight before D'Amour asked if she was all right. Quickly nodding they began backing up and leaving this awful place for good. Right before making their way up the stairs, being extra careful not to drop Swann, Dorothea glanced over her shoulder at the room where this all started. Remembering when she was just a child and seeing Swann, nineteen years old knee down beside her, looking at her with those beautiful big blue eyes. Turning back she prayed to God about how sorry she was and how she owed him everything if he saved her husband.

Walking out as the sky began to lighten by the raising sun, a strong breeze blew by them as they slowly made their way over to the car.

"Set him down for a second, easy with his head."

The two set Swann down before D'Amour opened the back door and reached in grabbing the cell phone. Sticking it in his pocket, he reached back down and slowly backed up with Dorothea. Within seconds Swann was loaded in the back. Dorothea quickly went in, holding up his head before D'Amour shut the door. Getting in the driver's seat he dialed 911.

"Hello I need the closest hospital please."

Dorothea tuned out D'Amour as he spoke on the phone. Cradling Swann's head, he stared up at the ceiling of the car in a dazed state. Dorothea held back her tears before leaning down and softly kissing his forehead.

"Please stay with me baby, I'm so sorry…"

Swann's eyes looked at her before he shook again. Dorothea couldn't stand seeing him in pain like this. Thinking back to the accident on stage a week ago her stomach turned. She wished she hadn't of felt so numb when it happened. Hating herself for what she had done she tried her hardest to blame her actions on feeing scared. Shaking her head she knew that wasn't the truth. Here was a man who had saved her as a child. Took her in, raised her into a beautiful young woman, married and worked so hard to give her everything she ever needed. But still they drifted apart and struggled to show any love. Here was a man who faked his own death and didn't care about throwing away fame nor money to keep her safe. Holding him, she watched as D'Amour began speeding down the road.

Leaving their nightmare behind them.

Nearly fifteen minutes later they reached the first town they came upon. This entire time Dorothea held Swann and softly whispered in his ear about how sorry she was. She kept telling him if he made it they would start their life's over again. Together. Holding onto him tightly, she watched as D'Amour pulled in front of the emergency room. Within seconds orderlies came running out and opened the door. A stretcher was right beside them and Dorothea sat back completely helpless as they loaded him away. Swann reached out, barley crying as they wheeled him in. Dorothea jumped out with D'Amour and ran behind.

Getting into the lobby, Dorothea watched as they placed an oxygen mask over Swann's face and raced him down the corridor. D'Amour held onto her as she fought.

"Let me go, I need to be with him!"

"You can't do anything for him right now."

Just then one of the doctors came over to speak with them.

"Are you the wife?"

Dorothea quickly nodded.

"Please, let me go with him."

Dorothea began crying as D'Amour held her against him. The doctor looked them over before offering to sit in one of the offices and speak with him. D'Amour agreed before a nurse came over with a shot for Dorothea to relax. She fought it at first, then finally settled down. Everyone told her that Swann was in good hands.

Now a half an hour later, Dorothea laid across D'Amour on a couch as he finished up telling the doctor the fake story of what had happened.

"And then we pulled him out of the car, was bleeding pretty bad."

"I know who Philip Swann is, I read all about it in the papers."

D'Amour sighed.

"It seems as though Mr. Swann had a stalker, I was hired to try and find the person who was sending death threats and were involved in several other deaths." "It got so bad Mr. Swann decided to fake his death on stage in order to throw whoever was responsible off and to protect his wife." "He was hiding out before his wife was kidnapped, she said her housemaid was killed along with Mr. Swann's driver."

"Jesus…"

"That's when Swann came out of hiding and contacted me, I didn't have time to go to the police…we found her but there was an awful car crash in which Mr. Swann was involved in."

"And the kidnappers?"

"Disappeared as far as I know, probably dead."

The doctor rubbed the back of his neck before pacing in front of his desk.

"That's some story, the press will have a field day with."

"I understand, but Swann risked his life to protect his wife and now I hope your medical staff is doing everything they can."

"Last time I heard they are, listen I won't breath a word to anyone outside, nor let anyone in his building do so, but if you work for the police I say it's time to call them."

Looking down at Dorothea peacefully sleeping he slowly nodded.

Getting up he called the LAPD and spoke with the officers assigned to the murder cases that were going on the last two weeks. After informing them about what happened he told them the kidnappers took off, three of them in total. He told them about Valentine being killed, and the housemaid. He then went on about the accident and which hospital they were staying in. Two hours later they arrived and had plenty of questions for D'Amour to answer. But he simply fed the same story over and over again. They took down their notes and somehow it all made sense. It seemed like a simple case of a stalker and then finally kidnapping. They issued a manhunt in the next hundred miles and said once Dorothea was up to it they needed a statement.

D'Amour went back to the couch where Dorothea was sleeping and watched her for awhile sighing. In the background he heard nurses rushing towards the OR. He heard over the intercom that a patient had flat lined. Shutting his eyes he prayed it wasn't Swann.

Around five that afternoon, the police had been in and out of the hospital. D'Amour had finished talking with them and was now having a cup of coffee and waiting in the doctor's office with Dorothea. Having been sleeping since early this afternoon, D'Amour watched her and slowly brushed her hair back from her beautiful face. He knew she loved Swan and couldn't help it. Smiling he prayed everything would work out now that it was all over. And maybe he could return to New York with a new outlook on life. Slowly Dorothea woke up, groggy and out of sorts. Sitting up she rubbed her face before asking how long she had been asleep.

Just then the doctor came in, Dorothea sat up straight, her eyes wife and terrified.

"He's dead isn't he?"

The doctor slowly shook his head.

"It was hard, but he's stable…he nearly slipped into a coma, he's on oxygen and seems to be doing fine."

Dorothea let out a deep cry before her eyes filled with tears.

"He's going to be all right?"

The doctor nodded before Dorothea cried out in joy and threw her arms around D'Amour. The doctor then told Dorothea she could see Swann for just a little bit since the police needed to speak with her. Walking her to his room, D'Amour quickly filled her in on the story before Dorothea looked him straight in the eye.

"Listen Harry…"

"Don't, I know."

"You do?"

Harry smiled.

"Yeah, and it's fine…I'm just glad you guys are okay."

Dorothea struggled back tears before she hugged her friend and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you…"

Turning around, Dorothea went into the room all alone.

Swann laid in the hospital looking frail and weak. What seemed like ten different things were hooked up to him along with oxygen. Laying there his eyes seemed to light up a little bit before Dorothea smiled through her tears.

"Hi…"

Walking over she sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand which was stuck with IV's and tubes. Bringing it to her soft face, she pressed it against her and gently kissed it. Softly crying she looked at him.

"I'm so sorry Philip, I love you so much…I don't know what I would do now if something happened to you."

Swann just started at her before she kissed his hand again.

"I know your strong, and I know you can fight through this." "It's over now baby, we don't have to be scared anymore…we can live."

A small weak smile went behind Swann's eyes before the doctor came in. Walking over he checked Swann's charts before telling Dorothea she would have to leave soon. Squeezing his hand, she looked up at the doctor asking if he really would be all right. At this point she didn't care if he suffered brain damage and she had to take care of him the rest of her life. All she wanted was him.

The doctor said Swann wasn't in the clear yet, but did suffer some damage. His arm was broken and his vitals were uneven. He also might have trouble working his right side along with walking. Dorothea didn't care about any of that. Holding onto him she smiled and reached over brushing back his hair.

"See, your fine…and I'm going to take care of you now, it's your turn."

Kissing his hand, she began to think of the life they could now live together now that the nightmare was finally over.