Dylan finished his cigarette and lit a second. It was that kind of a day. As he reached for the iPad he noticed an envelope on the table. He turned it over to find Norman's name on it. Inside was a thick stack of papers that looked like the records Kate had mentioned.

Dylan closed the envelope. It was his brother's private business and certainly hadn't been left there on purpose.

Dylan finished his cigarette and cleaned up his trash. He walked back to the hospital room to find his brother still asleep. A nurse was recording some information on his chart.

"Did you have a nice walk?"

"Just went to get some breakfast. How is he?"

"Just fine."

"Is it normal that he's still asleep? It's been like 6 hours."

"It's not abnormal, not for someone that was sedated. Some folks just need longer for it to work out the system." The nurse, a grandmotherly type, smiled at him. "Don't fret about it. He's in good hands. And so are you. I'll be at the station if you need anything."

"Actually, could you tell me where Kate Donnelley's office is?"

"Katie doesn't have an office. Not here at least. I think she might at the school. She just finds a corner or an empty spot at a nurses station when she needs it. I've got her cell phone number if you need to leave her a message."

"No, I just," Dylan paused. He wasn't sure he wanted to just leave the envelope laying around. He really felt like he should give it back in person. She might get in trouble if anyone found out she misplaced it. "I just thought I might leave her a note to thank her for the coffee. But I'll call her later."

"Aren't you a fine young man." The nurse beamed at him as she went back to her perch in the hall.

Dylan started reading though the documents on the iPad.

"She was very thorough." Dylan muttered to himself, skimming through everything from child services laws to building maintenance codes. A long list of things they would have to get done to avoid the motel being shut down began to form in his head. Dylan found a notepad app and began to type them in, afraid he's forget them. He stumbled onto another document about that whole Post Traumatic Stress thing Donnelley had mentioned. One part stuck out. Reading the description about how some people could go into a 'fugue state' where they would act totally out of character and even often not remember what happened later, sent a chill down his spine. Could she be right?

Dylan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was starting to feel that queasy feeling again. He rarely liked to admit it to anyone including himself but he was not immune to some anxiety of his own. It was part of why he rarely stayed in one place for too long. Before it didn't matter, there were no real stakes, no one that needed him. Now, things were changing fast. Norman needed him, at least until their mother came home. He couldn't run off and he couldn't bury his nerves in a whiskey or a beer. He'd told Kate he was staying but a part of his wasn't sure he could do it. A part of him really wanted to get up and walk out right then. But he couldn't find the nerve to do it.

Dylan woke up to find it was just after noon. Norman was still fast asleep, a steady beep coming from the monitor. Otherwise the room was totally quiet, making the grumbling from his stomach seem like a roar.

"I'm going to go down to the cafeteria." Dylan told the nurse as he walked by.

"The chicken sandwich is on special. It's really good."

"Sounds great. Thanks."

"I'll page you if your brother wakes up, take your time."

Dylan found the table on the patio empty. He went back to looking at the iPad while he munched on the sandwich and fries. The envelope practically called to him. He knew he shouldn't but Kate's comment popped into his head. Someone like Norman. Something in how she said it felt like she didn't just mean the thing with his father. Or being the new kid in town.

"Screw it." Dylan wiped his hands off on a napkin. He didn't want grease marks to give him away. He pulled out the papers and began looking through them.

Medical records were few shocks. Eye exams basically normal, only a couple of cavities and the one broken tooth from when Norman fell trying to learn how to ride Dylan's old bicycle. It was a baby tooth and thus something of a non issue. He was up on all his shots and there was nothing more than a few stomach aches and one incident of some bullies punching him around at school, that was the year after Dylan walked out in search of his father. They x-rayed his chest but Norman only had bruised ribs, not cracked ones. Seemed like the records expected for a skinny, nerdy kid.

There were school records dating back to Norman starting Kindergarten. Teachers reports that Norman wasn't socializing properly, recommendations that he be put in remedial programs, a refusal to pass him into first grade. He vaguely remembered Norma being in a snit about something and then the two of them ended up at a new school. More reports with references to possible mental retardation, social disfunction and so on. Teachers comments about Norman passing standardized tests with scores generally seen among kids with near to genius IQs but in class grades barely above average. No participation in sports, choir, drama or other programs. One teacher remarking that it was as if Norman didn't want any attention and recommending he see a counselor for a possible social anxiety condition. The only non surprise was Norman failing classes the year before after his father died and now having to repeat his junior year.

There were notes about his previous blackout. Things from his English teacher who was also some kind of advisor about Norman trying out for the track team but then not joining after all. Comments from some of the other kids, including something from a kid that saw Norman throw up in the school cafeteria. Looking at the date on the note, Dylan realized it was just after their mother's rape.

Suddenly Dylan wished he hadn't eaten anything. He'd flipped over a page to find the police report for Sam's death. His eyes had fallen on one sickening line. Victim found by son. No one had told him that Norman was the one that found his father's body. It was one thing to have your father die but this was much worse.

He understood Kate's comment now. She was looking at Norman as a possibly already unstable kid who went through something that horrible then got uprooted to a new place and snapped. It made sense, he probably would too. Although she had no idea about the rape, about their fight, the very things that probably pushed Norman over the line to crazy land.

Dylan reached into his pocket for his phone only to find it missing. Likely fallen out in Norman's room. Dylan put the papers back in the envelope as carefully as he could and headed back. He'd call Kate and find out if she'd convinced Romero to let him talk to his mother. If not, he'd figure something out.

As he was walking down the hall, Dylan heard his name on the PA system, paging him to the Nurses Station outside Norman's room.