Maggie watched as Face took off toward his room while Stockwell spoke quietly to Samantha and everyone else sat around in stunned silence. "I'm going to talk to him," she said looking at Hannibal before following Face to his room.

He was seated at the end of his bed as she walked in, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke. "I'm really not in the mood for a lecture tonight, Doc," he said as Maggie grinned.

"No lecture," she said putting a hand on his shoulder. "You want something for that headache?"

"That'd be great," he said wearily as Maggie went to retrieve some pain reliever from her bag.

Returning with two capsules and a glass of water, she watched him down the pills. "That'll make you sleep for a while, you want me to send in one of the guys and help you get into some pajamas?"

"I think, I can do it," Face said holding up a hand. "The tremors aren't as bad as they were," he said pointing to the dresser. "I just need a t-shirt out of the top drawer, I'm going to take my pants off and sleep in my boxers."

Maggie had to smile at Face's vulnerability as she handed him the t-shirt and turned her back until he got in the bed. "Better?" she asked taking a seat next to him as he nodded. "You do know that if you let your mom leave here now, you'll be making the biggest mistake of your life."

"I don't see it that way," Face replied sleepily. "She made the biggest mistake when she gave me up."

"I agree with you to a certain point," Maggie said thoughtfully. "Children don't come with owners manuals, Face. Parents do the best they can and they'll do anything to protect that child against anything! Even if it means giving them up for a better life."

Face studied Maggie's eyes for a moment before he spoke. "I didn't know you had kids?"

"No one does," Maggie said with a smile. "Not even, John."

"Where are they?" Face asked curiously.

"I have just one son and he's with his father in up state New York," Maggie said distantly. "Ian is ten and very bright and a small town like Bad Rock has nothing to offer. So I had my ex husband take custody of him."

"How often do you see him?"

"As often as I can," Maggie said wistfully. "Mostly holidays and a few weeks out of the summer. He was supposed to visit after your accident but when I spoke to him about it, he asked if he could come later because he wanted to go camping with some friends. Of course, I agreed but it hurt that he didn't want to come see me."

"I'm sorry," Face said with a sigh.

"It's no big deal really," Maggie said with a shrug. "It's just my son, my only child and he rejected me."

"Okay, okay, I got the hint," Face said with a smirk. "Tell my mom, I'd like to talk to her."

"Sure," Maggie said getting to her feet.

Stockwell watched as Hannibal and Murdock poured over the file he'd gotten from the CIA about any clue as to who may be behind the vendetta against the Bancroft family but the General know they'd find nothing of use. They all looked up expectantly when Maggie entered the living room and waved Samantha over. "He wants to talk to you," she said as Samantha smiled.

"Thank you," Sam said before heading down the hallway.

Maggie crossed her fingers as Face's mom disappeared into his room. "How'd you get him to agree to it?" Hannibal asked as the Doctor grinned.

"I'll tell you later," Maggie replied with a broad smile.

Face sighed nervously as Samantha stepped inside his room but when she smiled it put him at ease. "I may have been a little short earlier," he said apologetically. "I'd really like it if you'll stay for awhile so we could get to know each other."

"Are you sure?" Samantha asked eagerly as Face nodded.

"I can't promise, I'll be completely okay but I promise to at least give our relationship a chance," he said as Samantha agreed.

"You won't find anything there, gentlemen," Stockwell said putting his hands into his pockets as Hannibal, Murdock and BA looked up.

"Alright, Stockwell," Hannibal said getting to his feet. "We want to know who's behind all this!"

"It's Colonel Quyet," Stockwell said as Hannibal took the cigar out of his mouth. "I contacted him yesterday and agreed to meet with him about stopping this vendetta against the Morrison and Bancroft family."

"And, what'd he say?" Hannibal asked eagerly.

"He said, he'd meet with me," Stockwell said with a nod. "That's where you'll come in."

"Don't worry about a thing, Stockwell," Hannibal said with a grin. "We'll take care of Quyet!"

"So," Face said doing the math in his head. "You're what, fifty two?"

"No, I'm fifty," Samantha replied with a grin. "I turned eighteen just before I had you."

"But...I thought, I was thirty five," Face said as Samantha shook her head no.

"No, you're only thirty two, Beau," she said softly. "Father Magill was off on your age by two years."

Face stared at her for a moment before he spoke. "What did you say?" he asked startled.

"You're only thirty two?"

"No," Face said slowly. "After that."

Samantha smiled slightly before she spoke. "I never wanted to name you, Richard. That was all your fathers idea. So, I gave you a nickname, Beau."

"I think...I remember," Face said with a grin as Samantha smiled.