All was finally returning to normal when the twosome got company. Jordan opened the door to her concerned father, flanked by Kate and a babbling Nigel. Max spoke first. "You okay, Jordan?"

Smiling almost wearily, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He wouldn't take such a simple answer; he would not let his daughter hide from him. "I heard screaming. What happened?"

"Nothing."

"It was Cahill," Woody stated plainly. "He haunted her, he possessed her…"

"We expelled him, and now he's gone for good." It was Nigel who finished the sentence.

Clearly, the eldest man was offended. "Why did nobody tell me before now?"

"Because nobody was sure of what was going on until this morning," Jordan explained. "I'm sorry, but I hadn't got a chance to contact you yet. But now, since we're all caught up, is there any news on Garrett?"

Max shook his head. "Renee and Abbey are on their way to the hospital now." Stuffing a lumpy, plastic bag in her arms, he added, "Please take these… and use them"

Looking inside lit up her face. "Clothes," she identified the contents. "Thank you!"

Kate was quickly growing impatient. "Look, I'm going to the bookstore across the street. Meet me over there and we can carpool back to the hospital." With the consent of the others, Kate set off to get some fresh air.

Renee pulled the car to a stop in parking space 258 and turned to face Abbey. The girl was searching the parking lot for some welcome distraction from her reality. Responsibility was a difficult concept for her to master, and she was tired of it. Some responsibilities she could handle – most, actually, - but not those which she feared. She wouldn't be able to bury her father, to face his friends and family, to not have him constantly there for her. Renee would be her only comfort. At least she would have Renee.

"Are you ready?" The D.A. wasn't sure if she, herself, was even ready.

"Yeah, let's go find 'im." It was almost as if she had simply lost sight of him in the hardware store, according to her tone of voice. She allowed her friend to help her out of the car they had rented and lead her through the hospital to the room in which he rested. He looked so fragile, so different, yet the same. "Daddy?" she prompted unsteadily, slowly approaching his bed.

The doctor in the doorway smiled sadly. "It may be a while before he wakes up. When he does, be careful with him. We can't let his heart rate get too high."

Renee nodded, then excused the doctor to deal with another patient. She watched Abbey take a seat in a chair by her father's bed before sitting next to her, if only to be there for two of the most important people in her life.

When the other five arrived, the doctor tried to keep them out of Garrett's room; but was beat after much bribery and "negotiation." Not much conversation took place before everybody was asleep.

Abbey's head rested on the hospital bed, by her father's arm, while the rest of her was supported by the chair. When the first light of morning came in through the window, she awoke to find a familiar, strong touch stroking her hair. Immediately, she shot up and carefully embraced the man it belonged to. "Daddy!" she cried. "Ohmig! Are you okay? I was afraid I'd never see you again! I love you!"

"I love you, too, Abbey," he smiled. "And I'm fine. I should be able to go home within a few days."

By now, Jordan had woken up. "Home, maybe; but you're not going back to work this month."

Looking at her like she was crazy, he shot back, "I'm your boss – I am the Chief M.E. – I'll go back to work when I want to!"

"Next month!" Jordan added, smiling with satisfaction. With her victory came everyone else's awakening and greetings to their friend.

Woody and Garrett remained in the room while everybody else went out for coffee. Garrett spoke first. "Woody, I need you to do me a favor."

"And what would that be?"

"I need you to keep Jordan away from work and out of my hair."

Woody's dimples made themselves known as he smiled. "How about I take her to Wisconsin?"

Now, it was Garrett's turn to smile. "I hear it's beautiful in Wisconsin. The perfect place to propose…"

"Actually, I found that popping the question on an emergency chopper produces good results."

Garrett sighed, relaxing muscles that he didn't even know were tense. "Finally!" Then, seeing the baffled expression on his friend's face, he cleared his throat. "I mean, thank you, Woody. You guys have been 'dancing' too long. And the best of luck to the both of you."

"Thank you!"

"No; thank you."