A soft cry came out of the monitor beside Frank and Eva's bed.  Both of the young parents stirred, but Eva sat up.  "I'll get her, baby," she said softly.  "Go back to sleep."  She kissed Frank's lips and slid out of the bed.

            "Coming back, love?" Frank asked, stroking her side of the bed.

            "Of course."  Eva walked into Faye's room and looked into her crib.  "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Eva asked sweetly.  She picked her daughter up and kissed the top of her head.  She hummed as she put her on the changing table and took care of Faye's "problem."       

While some parents grow weary of waking in the middle of the night, Eva found pure relief.  It had been a few weeks since Eva had her "encounter" with John.  The new house and Frank's loving nature toward her had made the incident easier to put out of her mind – during the day.  When Eva fell asleep, her mind was plagued by images of John trying to have his way with her.  She often awoke short of breath, but always did her best not to disturb Frank; she didn't want him to worry about her.  Eva hoped that, in time, the dreams would fade; until then she had Faye to help her escape her nightmares.

            Eva rocked Faye in her arms for a while before putting her back in her crib.  She looked into her baby's eyes – Frank's eyes – and a tinge of guilt stirred in her.  Forgetting the monitor was on, Eva whispered to Faye, "Maybe I should just tell daddy what's wrong.  Goodnight, sweetie."  Eva took her time returning to the bedroom, she hardly wanted to go back to sleep.

            When she climbed back into bed, Frank immediately put his arms around her.  "Are you going to tell me?" he asked softly.

            "I didn't mean to wake you back up," Eva replied.

            "I didn't fall back to sleep.  I heard you talking to Faye, you said that maybe you should just tell me."  Eva shifted a bit.  "Darling, I know something has been troubling you; you'll feel better if you talk to me about it."

            Eva hesitated.  "You'll just think I'm being silly."

            "I promise, I won't."

            "I – I keep having these dreams, well, nightmares, about John.  I just can't shake them and…"  Eva was interrupted by the telephone.

            "Who on earth," Frank muttered, reaching for the handset.  "Hello?  Columbia?  It's nearly four o'clock…What?"  Frank sat up in bed.  "You can't possibly be serious.  Yes…No, no, it's quite all right…That's right, she's out of town…I suppose we'll go down in the morning….All right…You, too."  Frank hung up and looked into Eva's questioning eyes.

            "Phone calls at this time of night are never a good thing," Eva said plainly.

            Frank took a deep breath and took Eva's hand.  "Eva, it appears as though Sarah got herself arrested tonight."

            "What?" Eva asked, almost laughing.

            "Apparently, she got a bit drunk at Columbia's and caused quite a few problems – Columbia had no choice but to have her arrested.  With your mother being out of town, I fear this is a mess we have the unfortunate task of cleaning up."  Frank was furious that he and Eva had to be involved in this, but he loved Audrey too much to leave it for her to tend to. 

            "Well, she can just stay there until the morning," Eva said, yawning.  "I haven't even spoken to her since she tried to…"

            "I know," Frank interrupted.  "About these dreams of yours, are they every night?  Do you…"

            "Frankie, can we talk about it tomorrow?" Eva asked.

            He kissed her forehead.  "Of course.  As long as you're all right."

            "I am.  I have something else to occupy my mind now," she said sarcastically.  "Goodnight, baby."

            "Goodnight."