The woman ran as fast as she could with her daughter crying in her arms, scared. Her eyes darted around for the nearest police man or vehical, terrified that he would hurt her daughter.

Denmark clenched his fists tightly as he ran after them, feeling tears stream down his face. It felt as thought someone were stealing his Belgie away from him..

"Please stop!" He cried out, trying to catch up to them

The woman kept running, her heart pounding as she began to fear for her and her daughter's lives. "Leave us alone!" She cried. "She's only a little girl!"

"Listen to me, please!" He cried out, starting to catch up to them, reaching out for them once he started to approach them.

The woman stopped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched a still-sobbing Emma to her chest. "What do you want from us?" She asked him, holding Emma protectively. "Why won't you leave us alone!"

Den stopped in front of them, gazing down at the little girl and the woman. He shouldn't...he couldn't just steal that girl away from from her, even if she did look exactly like Belgie. "...I...I-I'm so sorry" he quickly turned away, walking away from them and covering his arm over his eyes, gritting his teeth to stop himself from breaking down.

The woman backed away a few steps before she started running again, heading back home with Emma in her arms.

He gasped up a sob, looking back over his shoulder, watching and letting them run away from him this time. Once again he had lost his Belgie. It almost felt like the weeks after her death yet again.

Later on, after Den took Grace home, he didn't speak to none of his children even when they tried to talk to him.

He just sat down at the desk in his room, staring down blankly in thought. He started to stroke his wedding ring again before frantically pulling open a drawer, fumbling through it until he eventually found a small photograph of her, Belgie and placed it infront of him on the desk, staring down at her, expression turning more hurt as he tried not to cry again.

Sophia, who was home from college for the summer, knocked on Den's door softly. "Dad...?" She said quietly. "Dad Grace told me what happened today...why did you chase that little girl down the-" She stopped, opening the door and seeing the photograph of her mother on the desk.

He sucked up a trembling breath, looking up at Sophia, rubbing his eyes and pushing the glasses back on his face. "...there was this little girl...she looked exactly like your mother...she was even called Emma..." What hurt most was how he seemed to have hurt her. He made her cry.

"But...I mean she wasn't...dad she wasn't...mom...she was just a little girl. A little human girl." She said softly, sitting beside her father and stroking his hair in comfort. "You can't just grab any little girl who looks like mom..."

He turned his head away from her, shaking his head. "Nej, Soph...this little girl, she...you don't understand...she just looked exactly like her...It was Belgie, Soph...it was her...i just know it..."

"Dad...mom is gone...she died five years ago..." She said softly, biting her lip a little. "Dad she was just a little human girl that looked a lot like mom...she wasn't mom..."

"..." he shook his head, looking at Sophia, "sweetie, this girl looked exactly like her. Her voice, her eyes, her hair, her skin, her..smile...she was five years old! Her mother wasn't Danish, she was probably Belgian!" He said desperately, looking away again and burring his face in his hand. "...it was her.."

"Dad...even if it WAS mom somehow, she's five. And she's human. You know it can't happen, dad..." She said quietly. "...you need to move on..." She said softly, taking the photo of her mother and placing it face down. "You can't keep holding onto her dad..."

He dropped his shoulers and lowered his head sadly, "I'm trying!" He snapped, clenching his fists. "...I'm trying...but I can't just let her go...I've tried, Soph. But I can't."

She flinched back from her father, looking at him with a shocked, sad expression. "...Try, dad." She said softly. "You need to at least try. And getting rid of mom's old things would be a good start...like that photo."

During the early days after waking up from his coma he use to snap at his kids a lot until it eventually settled. He felt stuck in that time again.

"..." he shook his head, taking the photo and scrunching it up in his hand, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Give it to me, dad..." She said softly, knowing he would only smooth out the photograph again and stare at it. She had to make sure he would get over her mother, so he could be happy.

He was quiet for a moment before slamming the photo into her hand and got up, walking out the room.