Rachel felt a wave of relief wash over her upon Dr. Calder's return. The young woman gently lay Lee down, sadden by the lack of response from the brief embrace. "He's still struggling against something – I don't know what. Um, I've already changed the sheets because he was just perspiring so. He's burning up and yet he was shivering and-."

"It's all right, Rachel," Vanessa said. "We'll help Lee get through this. Has he said anything during his few waking moments or tried to eat or drink anything?" Rachel shook her head. "I might have something to help. Will you bring me some paper, please?"

He felt the comforting hand rubbing his back as he leaned against the kind soul. As soon as the hand drew away, he braced for the worst.

(Binghamton)

Lee Rosen hated the solitary darkness that responded only with silence. It had gone on for so long, he couldn't fathom how much time had passed. Suddenly, he felt a comforting hand on his back, an arm drawing him into an embrace as soft voice whispered, "You'll be all right."

He tried to hold back the tears as logic screamed at him the danger of the speaker's voice, aware how the comforting love now could be lethal later. He didn't care, letting go the thought, leaning into the embrace of Jessica Elkhart, the killer of four in the small town of Fenton.

Rachel moved out of Cameron and Angie's way as they came in. Rachel listened intently as she darted into the bedroom next door and took a notepad off the nightstand.

"You said which ribs again," Angie asked. "I mean it, it's important to me."

"Third and fourth below the heart, like someone took their fingertips in knife-like and dug in, hard," Cameron said as he recalled the notes taken about the history of injuries Diego had discovered.

Vanessa Calder read aloud the entire entry, sending shivers down Rachel's spine as she listened from the other room.

"Sounds like my brother's work," Angie said.

By the time Rachel returned, Angie and Vanessa were leading him to the armchair on the other side of the room.

"What are you doing," Nina demanded. By this time, Gary, Bill and Steve were just outside the door looking in.

"Helping," Angie said without looking up. "He's had a run-in with my twin, Kevin Park. Serving time in Binghamton for reckless use of his talents, not saying he doesn't deserve to."

Nina muttered a curse. "Dr. Rosen sent him there just after I started working with him. Get away from-!"

Angie put one arm around Dr. Rosen's right shoulder, her left hand hovering just over his heart. "Can't you see he's struggling against whatever is strangling him? My brother's a jerk and that's a kind term. His approach was to pummel people using their emotions against them like a never ending salvo. I'm slower in that I prefer to draw out the hidden or unspoken impression."

"How do we know you're not going to force him to feel what you're feeling," Nina asked.

Rachel recalled the experience her friend had with Dr. Rosen's daughter and suspected that the others had that in mind as well. That's when Gary spoke up.

"Her brother's a bully, like pushing and pushing someone into the water so they can't breathe. Angie's more like a life guard, trying to pull the person out before drowning. There's a difference, like removing more toxins from Dr. Rosen. Let her try."

Bill resumed his leadership role and said calmly, "So, drawing out these emotions from him, is he going to be able to explain anything that happened to him or are you going to get a sense of that or how does that work?"

"Strictly emotions," Angie said. "Anything more would be too much and he's besieged as it is."

Rachel watched as Vanessa took the notepad and balanced it on a hardback book on Dr. Rosen's lap. Then, with a purple glove, she pulled a fountain pen from the knapsack and placed it into Dr. Rosen's left hand.

Cameron kept his eye on the pen. "Doc, just what exactly do you think he'll write if he isn't going to talk?"

"Trust me," Vanessa said authoritatively. "Ms. Park, do you need anything else before…?"

Angie shook her head. "Not unless you think it would be helpful to record this."

Gary held out his phone. "Mine's safest. Use mine. Maybe what he writes matches what we see."

Bill clapped Gary's shoulder. "Smart thinking, partner."

All eyes were on Angie Park and Dr. Rosen as the woman pressed her hand against his chest. The sudden display of pent up emotions made all of them jump, including Gary who held his hand high to film the responses and whatever Dr. Rosen was writing on the notepad.

Rachel put a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out, aware that her eyes watered up with tears. She dared to glance at Nina whose stony expression masked something. Gary handed the phone to Cameron then vanished.

(Binghamton)

As suddenly as she had embraced him, Jessica had let him go. The agony of the withdrawal was too much and Lee begged for a second chance, for any directive to be given so he could reclaim her love and comfort.

Crying, Lee called out to her only to feel a hot river of rage reign over him. This feeling he knew, had experienced from Matthew Healy. This rage that created the riots that resulted in deaths on subways, in hostels and busses – this rage that had helped kill Don Wilson…

There was no one for Lee to lash out against this time, the young pheromone creator out of reach, Jessica gone from him. The agony and anger overpowered the doctor who could help those with emotional challenges such as this. Fingers curling, no one to strike, he dug his nails into his wrists, wishing, begging for it to end.

Without knowing how or by whom a shot was given, it ended as it had begun, Lee in Jessica's arms as she tended to his wounds.