Veronica stayed in bed for several long minutes, hoping that she was mistaken and that Logan would walk back in from the other room any minute. When he didn't reappear, she decided she had no choice but to get up and retrieve her cell phone to call him.

By the time she had made it to the door where her phone lay, the room was spinning and she felt decidedly light-headed. She sank down to the floor and dialed her husband. His phone trilled in her ear ... and from inside his bag still laying where he had tossed it the night before.

So, he defiantly didn't come back last night. If he had and left again, he would have taken his phone with him.

Just in case, she called out his name a couple of times. She received no answer. She was alone.

She thought about calling her father but decided quickly against it as she divined it would only make her father resent Logan even more. If that was even possible. Mac and Wallace would be in class so she decided against calling them as well. As she wasn't in any imminent danger, she decided to finish up a bit of her own coursework on the Internet.

About two hours into it, she finally gave up because she couldn't concentrate. Something about Logan's absence gnawed at her mind. The whole thing just didn't feel right. She pulled out her cell phone and called Weevil. He picked up after three rings.

"Yeah?"

"Weevil?"

"Oh hey, Veronica. What's up? Need to borrow my maintenance keys again?"

"No. Did you see Logan yesterday?"

"Just when he was going into a classroom, but I didn't talk to him. Why?"

"So, you didn't get into a fight with him last night?"

"Woah, you know I don't like Logan, but I haven't been in the mood to beat on him lately. You still going out with that sucker?"

"You could say that. Have you seen him around campus today?"

"No. You want me to check for you?"

"Yeah he should be in classroom 1476 in the main hall."

Weevil took a few minutes to get to the door of that class and looked in, scanning the faces in the room.

"He ain't in there. You know, I don't know why you're with that loser. After the way he treated Lilly-" he trailed off meaningfully before continuing, "You could do better."

Veronica wasn't sure what to say. She really didn't want to go through this with him right now.

"Thanks for your help, Weevil. I've got to go." She flipped the phone shut and drew in a big breath.

Okay, so my husband is missing, and was possibly abducted last night. I can't exactly move. Why am I talking to myself like this? This bed rest is making me go crazy.

She heard footfalls coming through the living room towards the bedroom. The door opened to reveal Keith.

"Why is your door standing wide open?" he demanded immediately.

Veronica looked up at him, imploring him with her eyes to sit down and let her tell him everything and have him fix it. He helped her back into bed and sat with her, waiting for an answer.

When she'd told him all she knew, he stood. "I'll go down to the office and see if I can view the security tapes from the hallway last night."

Keith sat down with the apartment manager, watching the tape over and over searching for clues he might have missed. He was infuriated with Logan. How was he supposed to tell his little girl, lying in bed sick and pregnant, that her husband left her willingly in the middle of the night with some blonde woman that looked to Keith's trained eye like a hooker? At least, that's what he gathered from the vague image of the scene he could make out on the low-quality black and white video tape.

He decided not to say anything until he knew more. He went back up to Veronica's hall and questioned what few neighbors were home. None had seen anything unusual other than Veronica and Logan's door standing open. Keith returned to the apartment to search Logan's bag. He extracted the cell phone and recorded the last several incoming and outgoing numbers just as a very dirty and disheveled Logan returned.

Before he even acknowledged Veronica's worry, he pulled Keith into the next room. "I need to talk to you. It's about Veronica."

Keith eyed his son-in-law. Logan had fresh stitches running down the side of his neck, resulting from an obvious visit to the hospital. His mood toward the younger man turned from anger to worry. Keith listened to Logan, intrigued, and becoming more and more worried with every word he said.

Veronica's cell phone rang as she strained unsuccessfully to hear Logan's conversation with her father.

"Veronica?" came a wary voice.

"D-Duncan?" she sputtered, "You shouldn't be calling me."

"I know. But you have to help me. They took my daughter!"

"Who? Who took your daughter? Duncan, someone could trace this call and find you. Do you know how much trouble I could get in for this?"

"I didn't know what else to do. I can't go to the cops or they'll find out that I'm a fugitive that doesn't even have custody of the daughter that I'd be reporting missing."

"What kind of phone are you calling me on?"

"A pay phone. Please, Veronica! She's all I've got!"

Veronica's hand moved over her own baby still inside of her and tried to imagine what he must be feeling. At least no one could take her baby away from her yet. "Okay. I'll see what I can do. But you know it's hard to investigate something like this from the other side of the world."

"That's why I was hoping you could take a vacation and come here."

"I can't," she replied shortly.

"Why not?" He sounded like he was becoming angry with her for some reason.

"I'm pregnant, Duncan. I have to stay in bed and take care of myself."

There was a long pause on the line before Duncan asked quietly, "Logan?"

"Yeah, he- uh, we got married. I love him, Duncan."

"Just-" he let out a frustrated breath, "Please come. I'm begging you, please."

Logan and Keith entered the bedroom and Veronica accidentally flipped shut the phone, disconnecting the call.

"Why don't the two of you go on a vacation or something?" Keith suggested, seemingly out of nowhere. "You can rest just as easily on some nice, safe beach as you can here. And I'd worry less."

Her eyes moved over Logan's beat up face. Something was very wrong if her dad was suggesting that they go away somewhere when he had just lectured her yesterday about walking to the refrigerator by herself. Logan walked over to her and scooped her up, wordlessly.

"Right now?" Veronica asked, letting herself be lifted into her husband's arms. She was to confused to even begin voicing all of her questions.

"Yeah. You know it'll be fun, sweetheart. You can come over to my apartment and visit with your old man while Logan packs and I make all the arrangements."

Logan carried her from the apartment quickly as her dad surreptitiously inspected the apartment for some unseen intruder.