Juice thought he must be in the ocean; 'cause everything was moving around him in waves. But that wasn't right. He wasn't wet. So he couldn't be in the ocean. But then what was that movement. Time drifted away from him for a while then. When he came back to himself he realised there was a soft hand rubbing his temple.

"Tara?" Juice whispered, and it hurt. Why did his throat hurt? Was he sick?

"No, Juice it's me; Lyla. We're taking you to Jax's place." Lyla replied softly, almost sadly.

"Where's Tara? Are the boys okay?" Juice asked trying to sit up and only managing to fall into the footwell of Nero's boat of a car.

"We're headed to Jax's place so Tara can check you out. Do you remember what happened, Juice?" Lyla asked, still in that soft, sad tone.

Juice thought for a minute, really tried to concentrate. "Bobby told me to go to Diosa. Told me I was makin' everyone nervous. So I went, just to relax. I took a couple Oxy, smoked up." Juice said trying to piece everything together. Tara had explained the plan to him earlier. She had to get out. She was going to take the boys and run. Could he stage an accident soon after and join her. They'd had everything planned. But she hadn't told him when she was leaving. That's why he was nervous. He didn't know how long he'd have to keep everything together. Juice looked to Lyla quickly after he thought all of that. Hoping he hadn't said any of it out loud. She was focused looking out the window, so Juice figured he was ok. He couldn't fuck this up. He'd managed to screw up too much already. This had to go right.

It was dark when they got to Jax's. Not a light on in the place. Tara usually left either the kitchen, or living room light on. Juice felt more clear headed than he had in months. She'd left. Juice kept himself loose and fluid when Nero opened the back door to help him out of the car. He had to play along just a little longer. He needed to be sure she'd gotten away. They made their way into the house silent and alert. All three of them had guns drawn. Couldn't be too careful.

"Jax, 'mano; you here?" Nero called out as they made their way into the living room.

Juice half heard Jax's response. He was to busy making his own plans. There was a lot to do, and mere hours to get it done. He could use the high he was coming down from to his advantage. Lay his bike down, make it burn. Then just disappear. Be with Tara, she wanted him; the boys needed him. He wouldn't be 'The Idiot' or 'Shithead', or 'Dumb Ass' any more. He could be Juan Ortiz. He could be himself again.