"Wait!"

As Fred hung his head and left, a voice called from down the hall. The nurse had come out of the room and was trying to flag Fred down. Pulling the door closed behind her, she trotted to catch up to where Fred had stopped and turned around. He had a glum look on his face, but he awaited to what she had to say.

"I want to talk to you. Do you mind?" She asked politely. Fred didn't see why not, but he felt like he had failed. So he wasn't sure what she had to say would be of any help.

"Sure. I don't mind."

"I'll be right back, I just need to get someone else to cover for me. Hold on."

Trotting back on clacking heels, she waved down one of the other fellow nurses. After a short conversation, most likely about taking care of Rebecca just in case she woke up, she headed back towards Fred. He used that time to look her over. She was around Daphne's height, but heavier. Not to the point of being chunky, but she had alot more of her there then someone with a far more hectic lifestyle like Daphne. Pleasant curves, but she also looked to be in her late thirties, early forties. Sandy brown curly hair topped her head and bobbed slightly as she came close. He also noticed her eyes were a bright green, slightly dulled probably due to how tired she looked from dealing with Rebecca and any other patients that day.

"Let's go to the break room, we can talk there."

"Can I go in? I don't want to get you in trouble." She smiled at his concern and then pointed to the badge that Rufus gave him.

"Don't worry, that will get you in."

She led the way through dizzying corridors and halls to finally reach a rather comfortable break room. It also seemed to be connected to two rooms that windows were dark. Curious he thumbed a hand towards the rooms when he could get her attention. She sat at the table towards the middle of the room before she noticed his question.

"Oh, those are the rooms for the doctors. Sometimes it's too hard or a long way to go home to sleep, so they made small rest rooms just in case. Better then sleeping on a couch like they used to have to do." She laughed and offered a hand for Fred to sit down across from her on the table. He nodded and took up the offer.

"Coffee?" She waited till he sat down before she got up herself. She needed some, it had been a long day. Fred refused for now, he didn't want to bother her about getting him a drink. She nodded and fetched herself one that she took a few long sips before turning her attention back to Fred.

"Sorry. I needed that."

"No need to be sorry, it looks like you have had your hands full with Rebecca." Fred commented. The nurses eyes softened as she thought of the young girl.

"Rebecca is a good girl. But it's been really hard on her."

"I know how she feels, I really do." Fred felt that pang of sorrow as he had seen her react so badly. He knew that feeling, and he wished he could tell her he knew. The nurse nodded.

"I know you do, Doctor Lewis told me about your case a while back. Having a flash burn can sometimes be serous, but mostly it's psychological. Which in my opinion is so much worse then any physical injury. With something on the outside, you can just put an band aid on it and tell them it's going to be all better. But with something of the mind, even the best Psychologists can only encourage the person to help themselves. No anistetics or medical procedures can do a thing against a troubled mind. Rebecca can really use your help Fred, you can't give up trying. I believe you can figure something out. You always do."

Fred felt confused at the confidence that the lady was showing in him with her words. She smiled at his quizzical look he showed her.

"Me and my son are big fans. We've been paying attention to your detective work for a long time. My son's around your age, he's also blind. He was born blind, and it was a hard childhood being different from everyone. I would ask him to help out in this case, but he's oversees at the moment helping create better computer brail systems, to let even people without sight be able to surf the net like the rest of us. But I think you'll be able to do it."

She smiled a sad smile, one of a mother missing her child. Though Fred gained confidence from her words. He wasn't going to give up. He never did on a mystery, there is no reason to give up now.

"Thanks. I needed that." He felt a bit ashamed for going to give up so early. The older woman patted his shoulder.

"That's my job." Her pager when off and she needed to go. "Sorry, I have to get back. I'll be seeing you around, yes?"

Fred nodded. He would be back, but he first needed a plan.