Henry quietly entered his and Maddie's bedroom to find a sleeping wife and two month old Shawn in bed. Henry didn't like that Maddie would sleep with the baby in bed he was deathly afraid that she was going to accidently roll on him or he would roll off. This night though Henry didn't mind he had one of the longest days of his career.

A mother of three was killed in front of her kids by their father and Henry was the first unit to respond citing domestic disturbance. When Henry pulled up to the residence three young children were outside, in the cold, crying. Henry saw the look on their faces and he knew what awaited him inside was not good. Opening the door it took every ounce of his will to not throw up; the mother was lying in the middle of the living room her skull was caved in and the husband was standing over her body smiling. Henry instantly went from ill to pissed off.

Pointing his weapon at the man "Put your hands up you are under arrest!" Henry spat the words with as much venom as possible and all the man did was turn around and raised his hands.

"At least she shut up." The man then let out a high pitch laugh that would haunt Henry for years. He then spent the next several hours clearing the scene and trying to find some family for the kids to go to but at the end of the day child protective services had taken custody.

Henry laid down next to his wife and child and just listened to their rhythmic breathing, before he knew it he found himself starting to drift off. As he slept he didn't dream of the horrendous day like he thought he would but instead of his wife and son, he knew the bad dreams would come soon but right now he was happy dreaming of his own personal heaven.