Phil woke up to discover April was gone. Dread and fear instantly took him over. "Oh no, not again," he moaned. He began searching the house desperately. "April! APRIL!" There was no answer. She was long gone. Where in the hell could she have gone? How could he have fallen asleep, especially considering that she got kidnapped the last time he did that? Oh God, what if something happened to her again?

At that moment, April walked in the door. "Hi Phil," she said happily.

"Where in the hell have you been?" Phil asked angrily. As happy and relieved to see he was okay, he was furious that she had run off by herself. "I've been worried sick about you!"

"I just went for a walk."

"A walk, huh? Without telling me?"

"You were asleep!" she whined. "And you wouldn't have let me go anyway."

"You're damn right I wouldn't have," he snapped. "Jesus April, you've been kidnapped once already. You really want that to happen again?"

"It's not going to happen again Phil!" she protested. "I won't let it happen again!"

Phil shook his head. "You don't know that April. People could be looking for you. What if those doctors were hurting you for a reason? What if somebody else knows about the experiments and they want to find you?"

"Let them come," April said defiantly. She pulled out two guns and held them up. "Let's see them try to take me back."

"Where did you get that?" Phil asked, pointing to the second gun. He had seen her with the first one before, but not that second one.

"It's not relevant," she replied. She tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"It is relevant," he insisted. "Something happened to you when you were out, didn't it?"

She pulled her arm out of his grip. "It's nothing you need to worry about. I've taken care of things." She went upstairs to her room before he could stop her.

"Shit!" Phil cursed. He kicked the couch, hurting is little toe in the process. "OW! Fucking shit!" He sat down and buried his face in his hands. He had no idea what to do. April was hiding something from him and she was definitely determined to keep it a secret. That made him feel really, really nervous. Something had happened while she was out and he had a bad feeling somebody ended up dead because of it. Now if somebody was trying to take her back to living life as lab rat, he had no issue with her taking them down. He just wished she would tell him about it.

Then there was the police factor. What if April did kill somebody and the police eventually came to suspect her? She had killed the thugs that had attacked him and Maria with no consequence, but that didn't mean that kind of luck would last forever. What would they do if somebody actually tried to arrest her?

April didn't come back downstairs until it was time to eat dinner. And when she did come down, she wasn't speaking to him. She just kept singing The All American Rejects song "Gives You Hell" over and over again.

"So," Phil said, unable to take the uncomfortable silence anymore. "Can't you at least tell me where you were this afternoon?"

"The park," she replied. She refused to look up from her plate.

"Which park?"

"I don't know. It was just a park."

"Did you do anything interesting?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"It'll make you worry even more. Your hair is going to turn gray."

Phil's hands immediately went up to his hair. "It will not," he said defensively. "I'm way too young for gray hair."

April looked at him skeptically. "Yeah, but you worry too much."

"Why do you keep saying that? Is that your new song now?"

She shrugged. "You don't let me do anything fun. You're always watching me and making sure I don't go away again."

So she was restless. That was what the running off by herself shit had been about. "I'm supposed to watch out for you," he said. "I don't want you to go away again."

"I said I wasn't going anywhere," she replied.

"You could though."

Neither of them said anything else for the rest of dinner. After they were done eating, Phil went out to the back porch to sit for awhile. The sun was just starting to set and it was surprisingly quiet for some reason. Usually the neighbors were screaming at each other or people walking up the alley were making noise.

April eventually came out and joined him. "I'm sorry I made you worry," she said quietly.

He sighed. "Do you really think I worry too much?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "And I don't worry enough. I just react to things and I don't think about what comes next. I think something is wrong with me."

"Well I personally don't think being a teenager helps," Phil added. He got up and put his arm around her shoulder. "Come on, let's go get some ice cream."