The apartment was so quiet, Speed thought. He sat on the bed and smoothed his hand over Ada's pillow. She'd lived her whole life in silence; something he'd never fully appreciated until now. He wished that, just once, she'd been able to hear him tell her he loved her.

Blinking back tears, he lay down. The pillow still smelled of her. He closed his eyes and let himself pretend that she was lying there with him.

"I love you."

The sound of his own voice was foreign to his ears. The words he longed to hear in reply never came. He sat up and flung the pillow across the room. She wasn't coming back. She was never going to say those words again.

The pillow knocked Ada's sketchbook from the dresser. Speed crossed the room and picked it up. Feeling as though he was intruding on her privacy, he opened it. His friends' faces stared out at him.

He couldn't help smiling. Ada had sketched his friends instead of watching the basketball match. Speed sat on the edge of the bed and turned the page. Calleigh and Alexx had their heads together, laughing at something. Delko stood on the court, his hands on his hips. Speed stopped at a drawing of Madison, her knees drawn up against her chest, her thumb in her mouth. Ada had captured the emptiness in her eyes.

Yeah, kid, he thought, I know how you feel.

He remembered a conversation a few days before Ada's death. "Why do you draw people?" he'd asked.

She'd shrugged. I don't know. It's just – Sometimes you can tell a person's whole life story just by looking at their face.

"And what does my face tell you?"

She hadn't answered right away. She'd first reached up to touch his face and traced his lips with her thumb. That there's been pain. Your eyes say you're hiding a part of yourself, that you're scared of giving someone your whole heart.

Then she'd kissed him. You're not going to lose me, you know.

Except, he thought bitterly, he had.

He closed the sketchbook.

Will carefully studied the image, committing each detail to memory. Gertrude was slumped over the throne, blonde hair spilling forward to hide her face. Will smiled; he didn't need to see Gertrude's face to know what she looked like. Her fingers still clutched a gold chalice.

Will looked away from the painting and frowned as he heard HER voice from another part of the room. He thought about the pains he'd taken to make everything perfect for her, but she had yet to notice.

He slowly turned to look at her and, as always, was unprepared for how beautiful she was. She caught his gaze and smiled, then immediately turned her attention back to Mia. Jealousy flared white hot through his veins, and it took every inch of his self-control not to march across the gallery and tell Mia that SHE belonged to him.

He forced himself to stay calm. Soon, she would know. And when that day came, she would appreciate him and his art.

He left the gallery. He had work to do; he needed to find Gertrude.

Speed entered the gallery, not quite sure how he'd ended up there. Mia saw him and immediately went to greet him.

"Hey, Tim. How're you doing?"

He shrugged.

A blonde woman joined them, her smile sympathetic. Speed couldn't remember where he'd seen her before.

"This is Vanessa," Mia said.

"I'm really sorry about Ada."

Speed nodded in an attempt to cut off further condolences.

"I wanted to talk to you at the funeral, but I didn't know what to say," Vanessa continued. There was an awkward silence after that.

"Vanessa's an artist too," Mia said with forced brightness. "She just came by to drop off her latest piece. Come, you can be the first to view it."

Speed started to protest, but changed his mind when Mia grabbed his arm. These women were Ada's friends. He knew if Ada was there, she'd want to see the painting.

Mia led him to the back room and gestured proudly to the artwork. Vanessa lingered in the doorway, nervously chewing her thumbnail.

"What do you think?" she asked. "It's Desdemona."

Speed took a closer look. The focal point of the painting was the woman's head, her face covered by a transparent scarf. It was beautifully done, but more than a little creepy. "She looks like you."

Vanessa smiled and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, I know. My friend's a psychologist – she says I have self-esteem issues. Something about killing myself over and over again."

Speed nodded. "Most people would just go to therapy."

"Yeah, well, this is cheaper."

They all laughed, and Speed felt guilt stab at him. How dare he be happy when Ada was dead? His smile faded. "I've got to get back to work."

When Raymond Caine, Jr. grew up, he wanted to be just like his Uncle Horatio. He loved his father, of course, but his death had left a gaping hole in Ray's life. His mother had done her best to fill that hole, but it wasn't enough.

It was a long time before Ray understood and accepted that his father wasn't going to come home, and even longer before he realized just how much his mother was hurting. He'd woken up one night and, on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, overheard his mother talking on the phone. She was crying. Ray had decided then and there that he was going to do everything in his power to make his mother happy. If he couldn't take after his father, he would look to the next best thing: his uncle.

Now his mother was sad again, but Ray was old enough to recognize that this was a different kind of sadness. He guessed she was upset that she and John had broken up, but that wasn't it.

No, Ray thought, this time it was Maddie.

Ray went outside and found her sitting on the swing, staring up at the sky. Ray walked up behind her and gently started to push.

"You know," he said, "when I was kidnapped, I was too scared to sleep by myself. I kept thinking the bad guy was going to get me again."

Madison didn't respond. Ray bit his bottom lip, thinking hard.

"My dad's dead too."

Madison's head turned slightly, just enough to let Ray know she'd heard him. He smiled.

"Yeah. I miss him."

"I miss Mommy and Daddy." Madison's voice was soft.

"You want to know what Uncle Horatio told me about my dad?"

Madison nodded.

"He said that my dad was looking down from heaven, watching over me and protecting me. He said I didn't have to be sad 'cause he wasn't gone forever, and that when I get to heaven, my dad's gonna play ball with me and we're gonna get to do all the stuff we didn't get to do here."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ray kept pushing the swing. "I bet your mom and dad are already planning all the cool stuff they're gonna do when you get to heaven."

"Do you think there'll be ponies in heaven? Mommy was s'posed to let my ride a pony on my birthday." Madison twisted around in the seat and Ray was afraid she'd fall off. He stopped the swing.

"Sure, there are ponies."

Madison rewarded him with a smile.

"If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh?"

She nodded.

"I hope you get to stay with us. I think it'd be kinda cool to have a little sister."

"I always wanted a brother." Madison ducked her head, shy again. "Could you push me again, Ray?"

Ray started to push the swing.