The battle in her head continued, whirling her to the past, carrying her through memories, wishing more than anything to bury them, and never living through them again. But the past had been written and none could ever change it, not even her mind. Images whirled around, Sky Strikers, family, friends and loved ones. Some memories never returning from the past, while others haunted her every night, staying in the present.

Her brown eyes shot open and she sat up on the bed, breathing heavily, her hand grasping onto the silver locket, that always stayed around her neck, holding the past, holding the present, and holding the future. She closed her eyes for a moment, recalling that day, that dreadful day that made her past haunted with his memory, her heart knowing he would never return to her world, holding her in his arms, his soft lips meeting hers, and his crystal blue eyes meeting her brown ones.

Sky Dancer turned her head to the side, feeling the bed move slightly from someone's weight, and her eyes turned soft, finding him there, still in his uniform, his crystal eyes closed, and his breathing soft. She realized he had stayed with her all night, holding her while the fever broke. She leaned closer to him and touched his cheek gently with her palm, before her soft lips followed the touch. She covered him with the blanket that had gone astray during the night, and her fingers stroked his blond hair.

She rose quietly from the bed, not making a sound, not wanting him to wake and find her awaken. He needed his rest too. She could see it in his face. But more than anything she loved seeing his face, no matter what it looked like. He had returned from the past, returned to her, and once again, he looked down at her brown eyes. She grabbed her uniform from the closet, and headed for the bathroom to change quickly. She had a job to do, sick or not, she had to finish the task.

Slipping quietly out of the suite, she headed down the hallway, and down the stairs, leading out of the barracks. The November air embraced her with its cold bite, causing her to shiver, and she wrapped her jacket tighter. She headed for the Kennels, knowing her dogs waited for her, knowing that she wanted to see them.

Apollo glanced up from his bowl, sniffing the air, knowing she was near, and he barked happily, his stubby tail wiggling with excitement.

"Morning, Apollo, Athena," Sky Dancer greeted the two Dobermans, opening the kennel door and stepping inside, bending down to allow the dogs to lick her face.

The dogs whimpered, feeling that their trainer was hiding something, and they snuggled closer, trying to keep her warm from the cold air that surrounded them.

Sky Dancer smiled while taking out the leash and hooking Apollo's collar. Standing back up, her head whirled and she steadied herself against the kennel's fence.

"I thought you were sick?" A voice came from behind her, making her pivot around in surprise, finding the canine handler close to the kennel.

"I'm feeling better, Mutt," Sky Dancer told the older Joe, leaving the run and headed toward the Agility course. "I'm ready."

"Kastor told me you weren't going to train today," Mutt informed her, while taking out one of his Rottweilers, Trasher. "Trash, fuss!" he commanded the dog by his side at a heel position.

"I need to finish Apollo's training," Sky Dancer replied, her expression turning into a mask of professionalism.

"Alright," Mutt said, defeated, knowing that the pilot looked pale, yet there was a fire that burned in her eyes.

For the next hour, they trained the dogs in the course, using both English and German commands. The dogs went through tunnels, around debris, found several targets and worked on finding hidden narcotics and explosives.

"I'm going to let Duke know they're ready," Mutt announced to Sky Dancer, patting his dog on the back.

Sky Dancer nodded. "Good." She looked toward the kennel area and her heart skipped a beat, spotting both Jeffrey and Cayden heading her way, both not looking pleased. She gulped, and took several steps to sneak away.

"You stay right where you are, Reena!" Jeffery said sternly.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed for a couple of days?!" Cayden said in his doctor tone.

Sky Dancer stopped in her tracks, watching them stride closer. She held on tightly to Apollo's leash.

Mutt looked back and forth from the two men to the Joe woman. "What's going on here?" he asked, knowing that someone had disobeyed orders and he felt walking back into the past several decades ago, knowing the Joe women. Nothing changed, nothing.

"Our runaway here was supposed to stay in bed," Cayden explained.

"Put Apollo back in his run," Jeffrey said, crossing his arms.

Mutt shook his head. "I'm going to need a bed soon!"

Sky Dancer started walking again, but heading the opposite direction. "I will, after I tell Duke he has completed his training."

"No, Mutt can do that," Jeffrey said.

"Bed now or I'll make you stay in the infirmary," Cayden ordered.

"I feel much better!" Sky Dancer insisted, not turning toward the kennels.

Cayden was the one that grabbed her arm. "You may feel better but you are not better."

"Imzadi, please..." Jeffrey almost begged.

"Imawhozawhati?" Mutt asked Jeffrey in confusion.

Sky Dancer went to reply to the medic when the intercom thundered around the entire base.

"All Joes report for emergency meeting. This is not a drill," Breaker's voice echoed.

Mutt glanced at everyone. "Let's move, this sounds like something big." He started running toward the main building, his dog at his side.

Sky Dancer escaped Cayden's grip and rushed after Mutt. Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing that whatever the emergency, they needed her right away.

"So much for my five day pass," Cayden said as he too ran toward the main meeting room with Jeffrey with him.

They rushed in at the same moment other Joes came running in, some wearing P.T. clothing while others wearing their Joe uniforms.

Sky Dancer, Cayden, Jeffrey all headed toward the front of the room, taking their seats. Apollo lay down at their feet, his eyes on the second in command who stood in front of the room behind a podium.

"I wonder what is going on?" Spades asked Sky Dancer, sitting down next to her, Sammy taking a seat next to his.

"I don't know, but from Flint's face, it doesn't look good," Sky Dancer answered. She glanced around, spotting Duke, Scarlett, Cover Girl, Falcon and Jinx sitting on the other side of the room. She then noticed both Colleen and Jaye, watching from the doorway.

"Flint, if this is about the blow up dolls in the women's locker room, I swear I didn't do it!" Shipwreck hollered, making everyone burst into laughter.

Flint glared at the sailor and then rose his hand to silence the room. "Alright, that's enough!" he commanded in a strict tone.

The Joes all exchanged familiar glances, knowing that the warrant officer meant business.

"Several hours ago, we received a transmission from one of our undercover agents," Flint began to explain. He pointed to a white screen on the wall. "Cobra has been busy."

The screen began to display a picture of Cobra troops in front of Niagara Falls.

"Are they going to go over the waterfalls in barrels?" Alpine asked, causing the room to laugh.

"No, they are not." Flint sent him a similar glare. "They are doing this!"

Another picture came on screen of Cobra building something of a massive stone wall in front of the waterfalls.

"They are building a dam!" Sky Dancer announced, not knowing her thought became shared with the room.

"Right you are. And we are going to stop them," Flint replied to the pilot. "Sky Dancer, I want your squadron to follow me in. Spades, your squadron follows Duke. Roadblock and Two Tired, you have the ground troops. Yo Joe!"

"YO JOE!" the whole room shouted, already Joes rushing out of the room, heading for their vehicles and aircraft.

Sky Dancer stood up, ready to head to her plane. She took only one step when she felt his hand on her shoulder, and her eyes traveled to his.

"Be careful." Jeffrey said worriedly.

Jaye's face showed her anger as Flint neared her.

"You're on your own for this one," Duke said to Flint before walking off towards his wife.

Flint shook his head, he sent his wife a dashing smile, then turned direction and strode over toward the pilot. "Sky Dancer, get the Strikers ready."

"On my way." Sky Dancer saluted then headed out of the room with Spades, Kastor and the rest of the pilots following her.

The warrant officer did not look behind him, but felt the eerie feeling that his wife was probably sending him invisible missiles. He exhaled slowly. "Cayden, how angry does she look?" he asked his son.

"You remember how angry she was the other day when you told her you weren't going to let her return to duty even in the office?" Cayden asked, looking over his father's shoulder and into his mother's unhappy expression.

Flint nodded, remembering that battle. "Yes, but she knows she's not fully one hundred percent yet. You agreed with me." He pointed at his son.

Cayden patted his father's shoulder. "Well she looks worse than that. You better just get it over and done with. You should know never to break a promise to a Burnett."

The warrant officer gulped. "Umm, maybe I should sneak out and then face that battle after Cobra. I don't think I'm going to survive it though." He glanced at his wife, sending a dashing smile at her very angry looking features.

But Jaye turned and walked away, slamming the door as she left.

Cayden just shook his head and left to get his medical gear ready.

Flint sighed, then quickly hurried after his wife, passing his best friend and his wife, who sent him 'she's going to kill you.' looks. He went through the door and down the hall, spotting her near a window, staring out at the Strikers, her features livid. "I know, I broke my promise."

"So the Rhodes Scholar figured that out all by himself?" Jaye spat.

"Allie, listen to me. It was not part of the plan, but I have to go in this time," Flint told her gently, touching her shoulder.

She pulled away from him. "There are more than enough to go!"

"No, Allie there's not," Flint explained to her softly. "If you noticed there are Joes missing, all sick in the Infirmary with high fever."

"You promised me, Dash!! That was the only reason I agreed to it!! Isn't it bad enough I have to worry about my only son out there?!" she yelled, fighting the tears in her eyes as she backed away.

Flint flinched from the tone of her voice. "I know I promised. And I know I'm breaking that promise. And I am worried about our son out there every time. But I also know that they need me out there. Would you have left your teammates out there fighting in the blind?"

"Don't pull that on me, Dash! That's not fair and you know it! Damn it, Dash!" She lost it.

Flint stepped forwards and pulled her tight against him. "I'm sorry Allie. But they need me right now. I can't turn my back to them."

"So you turn your back on me and the family!" Jaye said trying to pull away.

"I am not turning my back on you or my family!" Flint replied, holding her tighter. "Haven't I been with you through your battle with the cancer? And I will continue to be there for you, do you understand?"

"NO, I DON'T!" Jaye said. "That was different than now!"

"Yes, Allie, that was different! I agree. But I am needed now and I want to be out there with them!" Flint stated. "I'm second in command. What kind of C.O. am I, if I don't go to battle?"

"Fine! You go! But I'm warning you. If you go Eryn and I will not be here when you get back!" she said angrily and turned to walk away.

Flint stormed after her, grabbing her by the arm. "Don't you dare threaten me like that about leaving!"

"You're the one leaving!" Jaye yelled. "It's your choice!"

"I'm not leaving you!" Flint yelled back. "I'm coming back! You just told me you will leave if I go to battle!"

"I told you before that I wouldn't live through that again and you didn't care. You just do whatever you want! I won't live like that anymore. I won't let Eryn live through that!"

"Live through what?" Flint hollered. "Nothing is going to happen to me out there! I know what the hell I'm doing!"

"And you're also in your fifties, Dash. You're not a young buck anymore!" Jaye yelled back, starting to shake.

"Age has nothing to do with it! And you know it!" Flint yelled back to her face.

"It does too. That was part of the argument you gave me the other day. Stating that I was too old and I'm ten years younger than you!" Jaye said, shaking even more.

"Now you are putting words in my mouth!" Flint replied angrily. "I never said such a thing! I said you were not a hundred percent better! And I don't want you stressed!"

"And you going out there is not going to make me stressed!" she shouted back at him.

"It's only this one time!" Flint shouted at her. "Damn it, Allie! Don't be selfish!"

"Sky Dancer to Flint." His wrist band sounded.

Jaye looked like she had been slapped. "I'm being selfish, huh? You're the selfish one. You don't care about anyone's feelings but your own. I hope you have a nice life."

"Fine! I'm selfish? Then I will be the unselfish one!" Flint growled her, letting go of her arm. "I can't be married to someone who only thinks of herself! Then go ahead and leave! And don't think I will come after you! Because I won't!"

"Sky Dancer to—-"

"Flint here, Sky. I'm on my way." Flint said in his communications link, walking away from his wife, glancing at her angry face, seeing it maybe for the last time.

"You'll have papers to sign when you get back," Jaye said softly, watching his leave. "Bye."

"Great! I'll frame them!!" Flint shouted over his shoulder, walking out of the building and heading toward the Sky Strikers.

"Thanks for showing me how you truly felt about me, Flint," Jaye said after she opened up the door he had left, using his code name instead of his real name. "I see where I rate now. I won't hold you back anymore." With that she shut the door and disappeared from his view.

Flint glanced back towards the closed door, knowing the words were poison, not her words, no, only his. More than anything he wanted to run through that door, to her arms and holding her tightly. He loved her, he loved her more than anything. A promise, a simple promise could destroy his world, and lose her forever.

He headed for his Striker, getting in, and sat in the pilot's seat in silence. He placed his hands on the control panel and closed his eyes. Memories drifted from the past, resurfacing into the present. His memories with her, his wife, the one true person that never hurt him for over twenty two years, but the one true person that he hurt just now. He had said words in the past, yes, angry words, but never of those words caused her pain, the pain that he saw in front of him only moments ago. A promise, his memory shouted at him, remember the promise!

Blast it! He had to tell her! He had too! There was not other way now. He didn't want the hurt. He didn't want the sadness and he didn't want to lose her. He had to find another way then. He had too!

"Flint?" Sky Dancer asked softly from the Striker next to his, her brown eyes filled with concern.

He turned, staring at the pilot who always had been by his side in the past. Again, the past that held haunted shadows, memories, sadness and despair.

"Sky Dancer, you're in charge," Flint commanded, exhaling a long breath. "Take the Squadrons, follow Duke."

Sky Dancer nodded. "Yes, Flint." She started her engine and her face turned to a mask of only professionalism. "Alright, Move out." The command came strong, filled with leadership.

The Sky Strikers rolled out of the hangars, down the airstrip and flew to the sky, heading for battle.

"Good luck, my friends," Flint whispered, watching them ascend higher and disappear above the dark clouds. He opened the cockpit and jumped down, running toward the main building. He had to talk to her! He had too! Her face was the only image in his mind, her face filled with pain by his actions, his words.

He raced down the hallway, the sound of his boots only echoing in the silence of the hall.

"Flint!"

He turned, spotting Doc racing toward him at top speed, his own face now masked with professionalism. His heart skipped a beat, thinking something had happened to his wife. No! Please no! His brown eyes filled with panic for a split moment. "Doc, is it Allie?"

Doc halted next to him. "No, it's not Allie," he said, watching his friend's face fill with relief. "but Duke is not here and you are."

"What's wrong?"

"Two Greenshirts were found overdosed from drugs in the barracks," Doc informed him with a frown.

"Blast it! See to them, I will be there shortly," Flint replied.

"I already have First Aid and Rob The Tech working on them now as we speak," Doc informed him.

The warrant officer nodded. "We've got to find the scum bag that is giving them the drugs!" he growled with anger, his hands turning into fists. "I'll see to Mutt if the dogs are ready. From his last report, they were very close. Especially Apollo."

"Good." Doc replied, turning around and heading back toward the Infirmary.

Flint watched the medic run out of the building, then he turned and ran at top speed toward the barracks. He wished more than anything to hold her, to tell her everything, but he wished even more to take back those words that caused her so much pain.

He raced up the stairs, two by two heading toward their quarters, and burst inside, slamming the door wide open. "Allie!" he cried out, glancing around, trying to find her in the suite. But no sound came, not a single one.

"ALLIE!" he screamed again, running into the bedroom, and he stopped dead in his tracks, finding clothing all around the room, scattered on the bed and on the floor. His heart pounded profusely in his chest, the old battle drum thundering in his ear. Striding toward the closet, he flung the door opened, and his eyes roamed inside. He found more scattered clothes on the floor and then he noticed it. Her bag, her green bag was missing.

"ALISON!" he shouted in the empty room, panic rising in his chest. He raced to his daughter's room, and his heart dropped, spotting more clothes scattered in the room, and one missing item, Brutus.

He leaned against the doorway, touching his hand on his face, and closed his eyes tightly. No, what had he had done. No! He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number, but nothing no answer, not even a ring! He cursed under his breath.

"Dash?" Scarlett's voice came from the entranceway.

Flint turned to spot her, holding her daughter's hand. He hoped his wife would had been with her, but the sadness crept in his eyes, watching only the redheads walking inside, without his beloved wife or daughter.

"Shana, have you see Allie?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"No," Scarlett answered, already understanding something had gone wrong. "She didn't even come to pick up Rowan for their schooling."

His face fell, his eyes downcast and his heart plunged down the black hole, leaving him only with emptiness.

"Dash, what's wrong?" Scarlett asked, concerned for the man who had saved her husband a year ago from being a captive to Cobra.

"I made a mess of things, Shana," Flint answered in a soft tone. "I pushed her away. She's gone, she left."

Scarlett walked inside the suite and touched his arm lightly.

He turned to her, his eyes filled with guilt. "We had an argument, one of our specials if you know what I mean and it led to her leaving me."

"You need to find her and talk to her," Scarlett replied gently.

"I know. I have to talk to her. I broke my promises to her," Flint said solemnly. "I almost went to with the mission this morning, and I keep hiding secrets from her."

Scarlett sat down on the couch, Rowan by her side, listening to the second in command explain.

Flint sighed, then took out his pants pocket an envelope and slowly opening it, carefully, as if touching poison. "Here, read this," he requested softly, sitting down on the chair and hanging his head.

Rowan slid off the couch in her pink sweater and jeans, walking to him and curled up on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Scarlett opened the piece of paper that had been in the envelope. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open before she stared at him in pure shock. "Don't turn your back on your family Faireborn, or you'll never see them again."

"It's the second one I have received," Flint admitted solemnly.

"When was the first?" Scarlett asked, now becoming alert.

"Two years ago, after we tried the second attempt to free Duke from Cobra," Flint answered. He held the redhead child in his lap, and kissed her forehead. "And they didn't miss the first time."

"What!?" Scarlett looked up from the note in shock, staring at him, her eyes widening from the information.

Flint took a deep breath. "Shana, I haven't told any of this to anyone. Hawk knows and one other Joe knows, but the first threat on my family caused me to lose two people I loved."

"Your parents," Scarlett whispered softly, the words slowly escaping her mouth, finding it unbelievable.

The warrant officer slowly nodded. "I have to find Allie! She's in danger!" He picked Rowan from his lap and settled her down, then stood up. "Eryn, Cayden, even Colleen maybe in danger!"

Scarlett rose to her feet, slightly shaking. "Call her cell, I'll try too! We have to find her."

"Shana, don't tell her anything, yet," Flint pleaded. "I don't want her to worry more than she is."

"But..."

"I'll tell her, I promise," Flint assured his best friend's wife. "Let me tell her my way."

"Alright, Dash," Scarlett replied, taking her daughter's hand. "Let's go. Keep trying the cell phone, she's bound to answer it to either of us.

Flint nodded, grabbing his jacket and heading off with the counterintelligence agent and Rowan Hauser. He felt time had frozen like the ground beneath his feet when he ventured out in the November air, knowing that Thanksgiving was around the corner, but at the moment he felt like a big yellow chicken. He strode the car, getting inside and roaring the engine to life, speeding out of the parking space and out of headquarters as if a poisonous snake was on his tail. He had to find her, before it was too late.

Scarlett watched from her car, slowly pulling out her own parking space, wishing more than anything for her husband to be there. She glanced back in the mirror to her younger daughter's face, sending her a reassured smile, before heading out of the base towards the nearest hotel. The hunt for Alison Faireborn was on.

The hours passed and the Sky Strikers started descending from the dark sky, landing on the airstrips, some with smoke coming from their tail ends while others with bullet holes for mementos. The ground vehicles came rolling in, some with flat tires, and some with none and one even with no tires and no top!

Four Sky Strikers parked in the first hangar, and four cockpits burst opened, while a Tomahawk landed near by, immediately brining out the wounded from the battle.

Duke, Sky Dancer, Kastor, and Dr. Caveman, all glanced at each other before staring at a panicking looking Colleen Faireborn who kept pacing up and down by the hangar's doors, awaiting for their arrival.

Cayden rushed over to her. "Bunny, what's the matter?"

Colleen grabbed him by his arms, her eyes looking haunting. "I can't find your family or my Mother and sister!" she told him in a frightening tone.

Sky Dancer jumped off her Striker and walked next to Jeffrey and Duke.

"What do you mean you can't find them?" Cayden asked worriedly.

"They didn't tell you where they were going?" Kastor asked.

Duke pulled out his cell phone and dialed his wife's number.

Colleen looked at her father. "Dad, I already tried the cell phone! At first it had a busy signal. Then she never answered!" she informed him.

"Did anyone see them leave?" Sky Dancer asked in a small voice.

Duke left Scarlett a message on her cell phone then called her pager and left his cell number to call back and also the numbers 911, their emergency code.

Cayden dialed his father's cell phone.

Colleen grabbed him by his lab coat. "I called his and your mother's too! They are not answering!"

Sky Dancer glanced at Jeffrey, something had gone wrong while the Joes were on the mission.

"Your mother will call me when she gets the page," Duke said as he headed toward the barracks to see if maybe there was a note somewhere that Colleen had over looked.

Two headlights passed by the group, heading for the parking area.

"Dad!" Colleen cried out, pointing to her mother's car, which now turned into the parking area and the lights switched off.

Duke ran towards the car, the others close behind him.

The car door opened and Scarlett climbed out, her eyes widening from catching glimpse of them all rushing toward the vehicle. She put her finger to her lips, to keep them silent, and her head nodded to the backseat, indicating to the sleeping little girl, who held her puppy in her arms.

"Let me get Rowan inside, and will explain," she whispered, then glanced around, trying to spot Flint's car, but frowned at the empty space, indicating he had not found her either.

Duke quietly opened the back door to the care and carefully pulled the sleeping child out of the car and walked toward the barracks. Jeffrey shut the door for him and they all followed.

In the hallway, Scarlett opened the suite's door, allowing them all inside then smiled at her husband who headed toward Rowan's bedroom, tucking in bed, his youngest daughter.

Colleen took a seat on the couch, resting her back, looking at her mother to start explaining.

"Did anyone see Dash?" Scarlett asked softly, taking a seat in one of the chairs, her features looking exhausted.

"I tried calling him but there was no answer," Cayden said worriedly. "Aunt Shana, what happened?"

Jeffrey stood off to the side and leaned against a wall, crossing his arms.

Duke came out of Rowan's room, closed the door behind him, walking into the living room and sat down next to his wife.

Sky Dancer settled next to Colleen and they exchanged worried glances.

Scarlett turned to her son-in-law ready to explain, when the door to the suite burst opened and a warrant officer raced inside, his brown eyes wild and illusive.

"Did you find her?" both Scarlett and Flint asked at the same time to the other.

"No, cell died!" both Scarlett and Flint answered at the same time to the other.

"I checked the hotels!" they both said again. "Nothing!"

"What? Wait a minute. Someone tell me what's going on with my Mother?" Cayden demanded.

"What's going on?" Duke asked.

Flint and Scarlett both turned toward all of them, all eyes were now glued to them.

"Dash, you need to tell them," Scarlett probed gently.

The warrant officer nodded. "Alright, I opened my big mouth and said some pretty dumb things and now both Allie and Eryn are missing."

Colleen glanced at her husband with concern.

"Have you tried to call her on her cell phone?" Cayden asked his father, now really concerned.

"Yes, at first it had a busy tone, then not answering at all!" Flint answered, starting to pace the room "Where could she be?"

"Maybe she's just not answering your call. She has caller ID and a special ring tone for you," Kastor said.

"Yeah, he's right," Duke agreed.

"Here," Cayden said to his father tossing him his cell. "Try mine."

Flint took the offered cell phone and dialed the number, he knew by heart without even thinking. He placed it on his ear and closed his eyes, listening to the ringing on the other end. "Please, pick up, please."

"Hewwo." A small voice said on the other end.

"Eryn!" Flint cried out with joy. "Eryn! It's Daddy, where are you?"

All eyes went to the warrant officer.

"Mommy said it was a hope tell," Eryn answered.

"Hope tell?" Flint asked to the six year old on the line.

"A hotel!" the room almost shouted at him, making him understand that his wife and daughter were in a hotel.

"Honey, what is the hotel called?" he asked on the line.

"I no know," Eryn answered. "But day wet us have Wady and Gem here."

"Alright, honey," Flint replied gently. "Do you see anything outside the hotel?"

Eryn answered her voice further away. "De park but Mommy say it to cold to swing."

"She's at the Plaza!" Flint mouthed to the room, then gently asked his daughter. "Eryn, where is Mommy?"

"She taking a baff. She crying," Eryn said and sniffled.

'It's all right, honey. Don't cry, Mommy is mad at Daddy is all," Flint explained to his daughter. "Can you take her the phone there?"

"But she tole me no answer it," Eryn said.

"It's alright, honey. She won't get mad. Tell her it's Daddy," Flint replied confidently.

"Okay," Eryn said, a sound indicated that the little girl was heading toward another room. "Mommy..."

Jaye's voice sounded over the phone, from further away. "I thought I told you not to answer the phone."

"But it Daddy," Eryn said. The phone still to her ear, letting the warrant officer listen carefully.

"Then just hang it up," Jaye replied.

"Tell her I need to talk to her," Flint urged his daughter

"He say he need to talk," Eryn said pleading.

"Fine hand me the phone." A few awkward sounds, indicated that Jaye had taken the phone from the little girl and a pause insinuated that she was tempted to just hang but didn't. "I think you've said enough, Flint."

"Allie, you need to listen to me! It's important!" Flint pleaded over the phone. "You need to return to base, immediately!"

"I'm not going anywhere," Jaye said. "I'm staying right where I'm at until tomorrow."

"Honey, please, you need to come back. I'm sorry," Flint begged over the phone.

"It's a little to late for that ,Dash. Eryn and I are going home," Jaye said into the phone.

"Allie, please, you got to come back here!" Flint cried out in a panic.

"No Dash I won't. You can't be married to me remember," she said after noticing that Eryn had left the room probably to play with Lady. "So we're leaving. Have a good life. Goodbye." Muffled sounds of sobbing came heard before the line went dead.

Flint looked at the cell and shook his head. "Well, its over," he announced sadly, handing the phone to his son and leaving the suite looking defeated.

The others all glanced at one another, hoping that this could be mended.