Charles Fenway dreamt of paradise. His particular version of paradise involved a circus tent, some very flexible female dwarfs and a trampoline. With a smile on his face he opened his eyes. And found another pair of eyes staring back at him from about 6 inches away. They were blue and angry.

"Jesus!" exclaimed Charles. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm glad you're awake," said the man with the eyes.

"Huh?" said Charles. The man looked familiar, very familiar…

"Don't remember me? You will soon," said the man. He seemed very calm but there was menace in his manner. "Are you in any pain?" he asked.

"A bit, yeah," said Charles. He glanced around the room, indicating the beeping machines, the I.V. dripping fluids into his arm and the traction contraption from which both his legs were suspended. Charles was trapped like a wolf in a bear-trap.

"I'm in pain too, Charles. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you killed my daughter."

"Nah, no. I didn't kill anyone."

"Yes you did. The beautiful red-haired girl you took on a test drive a few hours ago? She's dead." The man, the beautiful red-haired girl's dad, stood up and began toying with the switches and dials on one of Charles' machines.

"Um… officer?" Charles called to the policeman stationed at his door.

"He's not going to help you. He let me come in here," said the dad. "He doesn't care about you. He's too upset over the fact that another person died in the accident you caused. A police officer."

The officer glanced into the room, turning his head just far enough that Charles could see his Asian profile, then looked away.

The dad continued to play with the dials. "There are a lot of upset people in this hospital tonight because of you, Charles." He flicked a switch and a warning buzzer sounded. He flicked it again and it stopped. He remained disconcertingly expressionless.

"Look," said Charles. "I'm real sorry about your daughter."

"I don't believe you are, Charles." said the dad. He had picked up a pillow from the other bed in the room and examined it with a critical eye. "But, you will be…"

"Officer!" called Charles. The officer ignored him.

The dad tossed the pillow back onto the bed and approached Charles. "I seem to have several choices. I could nothing myself and you will probably be killed within an hour or two by whoever was trying to kill you in the first place."

"They wouldn't make it past security…"

"Yes they would," said the officer.

"If they didn't," said the dad, "And you aren't guilty enough on your own, I have more than enough money to concoct more than enough evidence to have you sent to prison anyway. You're way too good looking to go to prison, Charles."

"I'll say," said the officer. He gave Charles a quick appreciative look over.

"Or I could just kill you myself, right now." The dad pulled out a syringe filled with pale yellow liquid.

"No, please, I'm sorry!" begged Charles.

"Sorry doesn't bring her back," snapped the dad.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, she wasn't supposed to be involved! They were supposed to give me more time!"

The dad calmly uncapped the syringe and reached for Charles' I.V. line.

"I'll give you money!" blurted Charles.

The dad erupted. "Money?? You're offering me money?"He leaned over Charles' bed and grabbed him by the hospital gown. The officer watched but didn't move. "Money? For the precious life that you took?"

The dad's face was inches from his own and full of fury. Charles was terrified. "Officer!" he cried. "I have information about a kidnapping!"

Cho entered the room. "Kidnapping of who?"

Charles was frantic. The dad had lifted his upper body from the bed and looked as if he might be prepared to bite his nose off. "Arthur and Marie Anderson! I know where they are! Please, help me!"

"That's enough," said Cho. Jane didn't move. Cho put a firm hand on his shoulder. "Enough," he said again.

Patrick Jane looked at Cho and his anger slowly deflated. He dropped Charles back onto the bed and walked out of the room, not saying a word to Lisbon who stood just outside the door. He ignored her, "Nice job," compliment and went straight to the elevator.