"Why?"
"My friend was killed in this car," Daphne explains.
"So you want to kill the car that killed your friend?"
"Pretty much," Bay confirms.
"Let me look inside, and make sure that there isn't anything left in there."
"Ok," Bay agrees.
The owner of the junkyard pulls the passenger side door open. Daphne stares at the car in disbelief. She can't take her eyes off of the driver's side windshield. It is cracked. It has blood, and hair in it. She swallows back tears. The owner checks the console, and the glove box. He flips down the visor. He exits the car.
"There is nothing in there but a few cd's, and this," he holds out a picture.
Daphne takes the picture from him. It is a picture of her, and Wilke.
"Thank you."
"I guess I can't stop you from lighting it on fire. It is a total loss, and it's going to be smashed first thing tomorrow morning. You're really just saving me the trouble. The hose is over there. Make sure that you put it out when you're done."
Bay nods. The owner leaves them. Bay hands Daphne the book of matches.
"Light one, and then put it back in the book so that the rest of them will ignite. Then toss it in the car," Bay instructs.
Daphne nods. She follows Bay's instructions, and tosses the book of matches into the car through the crack in the window. They step back, and watch it burn.
When she gets home that night she thinks about the flame that engulfed the car, in seconds. She takes a seat on her bed, and places the picture on her bedside stand. She looks at it, and thinks about the flames. It's funny how quickly one decision can send everything up in smoke. She closes her eyes, and eventually sleep comes.
When she wakes up she finds her mother standing in front of her. She furrows her brow.
"What time is it?"
"Almost noon," Regina answers.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you're doing."
"Kathryn called you?" Daphne guesses.
"No," she shakes her head, "Bay actually. She's worried about you."
"Why is everyone so worried about me? I will be fine. I just need some time to process all of this."
"Kathryn doesn't understand why you're so upset."
"What is there not to understand? One of my friends was just killed in a car accident."
"I know."
"He was killed on his way home from here."
"Daphne this was not your fault."
"Yes it was," she insists.
Regina turns, and heads for the door. She closes the door, and then returns to the bed. She takes a seat on the side of the bed, next to Daphne. She wipes the tears from her daughter's face.
"Why do you think that it was your fault?"
"Because I made him leave."
"You didn't tell me that."
"I know."
"Why did you make him leave? You didn't want to see him?"
"I was glad to see him."
"Then why would you make him leave?"
"I didn't want him to be here when John, and Kathryn got here," she admits.
"Why would it matter?"
Daphne doesn't say anything in response. Regina exhales.
"You weren't entirely truthful with them, were you?"
"No," she admits.
"What really happened?"
"He showed up the night before."
Regina nods, "Oh, I see. You didn't want him here when John and Kathryn got home, because you were afraid of what they would think."
"They wouldn't understand."
"No," Regina purses her lips, trying to keep her own opinions in check.
"And, judging by the look on your face you don't understand either."
"Not really," she admits, "You hadn't seen him in what, like a year?"
"Something like that," she confirms.
"He shows up on your doorstep, and your first instinct is to..."
Daphne cuts her off, "It wasn't like that."
"Then what was it like? You hadn't seen him in a year, right?"
"Yes."
"And then he shows up here?"
"Yeah," Daphne confirms.
"And the first thing you did was jump into bed with him?"
"Mom, it wasn't like that!"
"But you did sleep with him."
Daphne shakes her head, "This is why I don't want to talk to anyone. Everyone is so judgmental. You are even worse than Kathryn is."
"You told her what happened?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Are you going to?"
"Why would I?"
Regina shrugs, "I don't know."
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Because I feel like I don't know you anymore. You run around with a credit card, and loose values now."
"What?!"
"You even liked him that much. He was not good for you. After a year when he shows up here, after a year he convinces you that..."
Daphne stops her, "He didn't convince me of anything."
"So you're the one who thought it would be a good idea to sleep with him?"
"Why are we even talking about this? It doesn't matter. He is dead. You don't need to be mad. He left here, and was killed in a car accident. I made him leave so John and Kathryn wouldn't find him here. I feel like all of this is my fault. Isn't that punishment enough?"
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"Why are you so angry at me?"
"Because I feel like," she pauses to will away tears, "I feel like I don't know you anymore."
"I am the same person that I have always been," Daphne argues.
"No, you're not. You aren't the sweet sensible girl that I raised," Regina argues.
"I haven't changed."
"Yes you have."
"Please don't start this now," Daphne begs.
"At least tell me that you used protection."
"Really?! I just lost a friend. He died in a car accident. And instead of trying to console me you are asking me if we used protection? You are unbelievable."
"Well did you?"
"Of course. Why would you even ask something like that?"
"Because it's my job, I'm your mother."
"Then act like it."