"To the day. Olivia I know how long it's been. I was there. I still remember it like it was yesterday. You act as if, I don't have a right to be upset, too."

"I just wonder, if this nightmare is ever going to be over."

February 14th 1997- He wakes up, around two a.m. He heads to the bathroom to pee. He's come to Connecticut to stay with his parents, for the weekend. It was supposed to be a weekend getaway, for he, and his wife. He leaves the bathroom. On his way back to the bedroom, he stops. He pushes the door of the room open. The nightlight is plugged into the wall, in the corner. He walks over to the bed. He pulls back the covers, and finds the bed empty.

"You weren't the only one who lost a child. You weren't there, when it happened. You didn't go into that room, and find that..." he trails off.

"I know. How do you think that makes me feel? I should have been there. I could have stopped it. I should have protected her."

"How?"

She shakes her head, "I don't know. I just know it's not fair."

February 13th 1997-5 AM.

She's sound asleep, in bed. Her husband is lying next to her. The alarm clock isn't set to go off, for an hour. She's awakened, by the sound of tiny feet. She opens her eyes, and looks around the dark room. The tiny figure appears, beside the bed. It doesn't say a word. It hops into the bed. It climbs over her, and nestles between her, and Trevor.

She rolls over. She looks at the three year old girl. She runs her fingers through her long, dark hair.

"Cadence, it's early. Go back to sleep."

"I know, mommy."

"What are you doing up?"

"I had a bad dream."

"You're safe, now. Go back to sleep."

"But mommy, "she begins to protest.

"Sweetie, I'm tired."

"No, mommy, please listen," she begs.

"Listen, to what?"

"I dreamed that there was a man," Cadence begins.

"Where?"

"Looking in my window. I thought he was going to take me."

"Cadence, it was just a dream. No one is going to take you."

"It was scary."

Olivia kisses her forehead. "You don't have anything to be afraid of."

"Will you go check?"

"Cadence, it's ok, go back to sleep. No one is going to take you."

"What if there was a man, looking in the window?"

"I would shoot him."

"I thought we weren't supposed to shoot people."

Trevor rolls over. He groans. He looks at the sleepy little girl, "Cadence, if someone is peeking in your window, mommy is allowed to shoot him."

"Why?"

"Because he was ruining your sweet dreams," he answers.

He looks at her, "I forgot all about that."

"So did I. What if she was right? What if it wasn't a dream?"

"Olivia don't go down that road," he argues.

"What if whoever it was, wasn't from Connecticut. What if it was a local?"

"You're still never going to find him."

"What if he brought her back here?"

"Olivia, we don't have any idea what he did with her."

"Maybe I can look at my old case files, and find something."

"Sixteen years later?"

"I just want to find her."

"So do I, but after all of these years," he begins.

"I know the statistics," she argues, "Don't quote them to me."

May 1st 1993-

She knocks on the door, of his apartment. She waits a few seconds. He pulls it open.

"Olivia? I thought you said I couldn't convince you."

"That's not why I'm here."

"Is this about a case?" he wonders.

"Can I come in?"

He nods, "Of course," he steps aside.

She steps in, and he closes the door behind her.

"Three dates, and then I never heard from you, again," he points out.

"It wasn't that I didn't like you. I do like you."

"But?"

"Then my case load exploded. I've been so busy at work."

"You could have returned my phone calls."

"I'm sorry. We just have very different beliefs."

"That's ok. I really like you. I thought that you just weren't interested."

"I wasn't, really. I wasn't looking for a relationship. I don't have time for one."

"Oh," his face falls, "So what are you doing here, now?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"To let me down easy? You didn't have to do it in person. Most women wouldn't."

"No, not exactly."

"You came here, to tell me that you changed your mind?" he hopes.

"No. I haven't changed my mind."

"So then what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in over a month. I haven't heard from you, in three weeks. What's going on? Obviously you don't want to be with me."

"Trevor, despite your occupation, I think that you're a really nice guy."

"But?"

"But like I said, I wasn't really looking for a relationship."

"Maybe, I'm the one," he suggests.

"Maybe," she shrugs.

"Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing. If you have something to say, just spit it out. If you want to be with me, that's great. If you don't, I'll get over it."

"That isn't why I came."

"Why did you come?"

"I wanted to tell you in person."

"Obviously. What did you want to tell me?"

"I thought that you should know."

"Know, what?"

"I'm pregnant," she swallows hard, expecting him to freak out.