Catherine was walking towards Father's study, leaning on Mary's sturdy arm. She was feeling stronger. Being safe in Vincent's chamber surrounded by her surrogate family was doing wonders for her health. She stumbled a little as they approached the entrance, hearing angry voices echoing into the hallway.

"Vincent, you must!"

"It is fine, Father!"

"What is it?" Mary asked, entering the room, leaving Catherine leaning on the tunnel wall.

Father glanced over at Mary, and seeing Catherine, hedged. "He is just being obstinate again."

Vincent noticed Catherine in the doorway as well and moved slowly towards her. "Are you sure you should be up and walking so soon?"

"I'm fine, Vincent." She reached up and patted his right shoulder. He winced slightly. "What is it?" Concern crossed over her face.

"I'm fine. Just a minor injury. Nothing to worry about."

"An injury? What happened?" Mary turned to Vincent and eyed him up and down, appraising him like the mother she was to all the Tunnel-dwellers.

Father couldn't take it anymore. "He met with Elliot Burch last night and was shot! He needs to use a sling and refuses. He'll reopen that wound that I just closed."

"Shot!" Catherine gasped. "Vincent! What happened."

"I'm fine," Vincent said. "Your former employer attempted to eliminate Elliot and I prevented it."

"Why were you meeting Elliot?"

"For information that will lead to our son. The man who held you is named Gabriel."

"Is Elliot all right?"

"Yes."

"And John?" Vincent's head drooped. "Oh, Vincent. I'm so sorry."

"I am too. At the time I couldn't help but think that he had a choice, and his choice caused all of this. He is supposed to stand for truth and justice. Instead, he allowed a man like Gabriel to control him."

"You both need your rest," Mary broke in. "Come along now."

"I'll be along shortly with a sling for you, Vincent," Father called after him.

Catherine put her arm around Vincent's waist and he held her with his good left arm. "I'll see that he wears it, Father."

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Diana spent a fairly unproductive morning searching for maps of the tunnels beneath the city. She found several maps, but none seemed to be of what she had found under Catherine's building. Frustrated, she left the building, but as she opened the door, she nearly collided with a white-blond-haired man dressed all in black. She went outside and stopped at a payphone to check her messages.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Mark. I didn't think you'd be home. I was just going to check my messages."

"Hey, babe. Yeah, there's one." She could hear paper rustling in the background. "Some old guy named Peter Alcott called. He wants you to come to this address when you can." He read the address to her and she scribbled it down in her notebook.

"Did Joe Maxwell call back?"

"Nope."

"Kay. Thanks, babe."

"Love you. Bye." Mark hung up.

Diana looked over the address she had written down. "What are you up to now, Dr. Alcott?"

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Joe stepped out of the cab in front of the Chinese restaurant. The sign above the door simply said, "Wong's" in large red letters. He squinted up at it, then looked at the address in his hand. This was definitely the place, but what information regarding the whereabouts of Catherine Chandler could be obtained from this run-down restaurant remained to be seen. Dr. Alcott had called him early this morning, asking him to meet there. He promised more information. Joe shrugged to himself and opened the door.

Lin Pei was working at the front counter in her husband's restaurant that morning. She had received messages from Father and was looking for the former Deputy DA and the flame-haired detective. She approached Joe.

"Good afternoon, sir. May I show you to a table?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She guided him to a table in the corner, away from the window. "Are you dining alone today or meeting someone?"

"I don't know." Joe slapped his newspaper on the table. "You tell me."

Lin lowered her gaze and moved away. "I'll bring you some tea."

Joe sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had been searching hospital records for abandoned newborns, but had as much luck as when the search had been for Jane Doe's matching Catherine's description. A newborn could be anywhere; he didn't even know if he was looking for a girl or a boy.

The bell over the door rang as another customer entered the restaurant. Joe looked over his shoulder. "Hey, Bennett!" he called.

She walked over. "Hey, Joe. Did Alcott contact you too?"

"I guess so. This is so weird."

"No kidding. I spent the morning at the Hall of Records. Did you know that there are literally miles of tunnels under the city?"

"I'm not surprised by anything anymore."

"Did you find anything about the baby?"

"No. Did you find any maps of the tunnels under Cathy's building?"

"No."

Lin returned with a teapot and two cups. "Hey? How did you know I'd need two cups?" Joe asked.

Lin just smiled enigmatically and poured the tea. She went back to the front counter.

Joe picked up his paper and gave it to Diana. "Did you see this?"

Diana picked up the paper and read the article on top. "New York DA John Moreno Found Murdered."

"Oh, my God, Joe. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. No. I don't know. This is getting bizarre."

"Do you know anything?"

"Nope. Nothing more than the front page. I couldn't even think about it. I just kept calling hospitals about abandoned babies until I got Alcott's note."

"When we're done here, I'll go sniff around."

"Thanks."

The two sipped their tea and looked anxiously towards the door every time the bell rang. Finally, two cups later, Lin approached their table.

"I have received a note for you. You are Mr. Maxwell and Ms. Bennett?"

Diana nodded and took the note. Joe slid his chair to her side to read over her shoulder. "That's Cathy's handwriting!" he exclaimed.

"Dear Joe,

"I am fine, now. I am somewhere safe. I know Peter told you something about it, but I can't tell you anymore. Just know that I am safe and being well cared for. Perhaps soon we can meet face-to-face, but for now this note will have to suffice.

"I was kept for over six months at the top of an office building. I was alone except for the delivery of my meals and a daily medical examination. I was pregnant and kept until I delivered my son. The man who kept me ordered my death after my baby was born. I nearly died. Peter and other friends saved me. I am well on the road to recovery. There is only one thing I need to be truly well – my son.

"My kidnapper took him from that building in a helicopter. The man is thin with dark hair and eyes. I only saw him once, but his cold, unfeeling eyes burn in my memory. His name is Gabriel. I don't know his last name and his first may be an alias. He is powerful enough to have bought the DA. Joe, John was there when I was taken. He let it happen. Be careful. I don't know who you can trust.

"Please tell Detective Bennett to stop looking for the Tunnels and for Vincent. She is wasting her time and endangering numerous lives. She should concentrate on finding my son. If she finds him, she will find Gabriel. We have looked to Elliot Burch for help. You should pool your information. If we learn anything else, we will let you know.

"I cannot stress the importance of discretion in this matter. I do not know how far this goes. You and Ms. Bennett are the only ones I can trust.

"You may leave notes for me here and Lin will see they are delivered. Peter has left town. If there is any danger to the Wong's, we will have to find another delivery point.

"Be careful. But write soon.

"Catherine."

"Oh, my God," Joe whispered. "I can't believe it. I knew she was alive. I knew it."

"Yeah, yeah, Joe. You're very smart." Diana had opened her notebook and was jotting notes from Catherine's letter. She looked up and caught Lin's eye. When she approached, Diana asked quietly, "Can you send a return note as soon as possible?" Lin nodded. "Great." She flipped to a clean sheet and began to write. "Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm asking Cathy for more of a physical description. I'd love to get a sketch artist to her, but maybe she is with someone who can draw. I need an image of this Gabriel guy. Do we know the address of the building she was held in?"

"I don't think so. I left my files at home. Maybe she told Burch?"

"Maybe"

"Look, Bennett, we need to be careful. Watch your back as you're poking into all of this. Cathy may trust Burch, but I'm not sure I do."

"Yeah, I know." He picked up his paper and Diana finished her note.

He said, "Why don't you contact Burch when we leave here. I'm gonna call the office and find out what's what."

"Okay."

They both approached the front counter and Joe paid for the tea. He slid Diana's note under the bill and gave Lin a $20 tip for a $3 pot of tea. "Thanks."

"Come again," Lin said gaily.

"You bet I will," Joe smiled.

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The baby laid in the crib. He cried and cried. His face was beet red and tears streaked down his cheeks. His voice had become hoarse from his screams. Suddenly, a snowflake fell and landed on his head. Then another and another. The baby squalled even louder. Then the wind picked up and drowned out the baby's cries. A blizzard swirled and howled around the baby and the room he was in turned into the Central Park Tunnel entrance. A man was sitting against the wall, frozen. Then his head turned, pushed by the wind. It was Vincent.

Catherine woke from the nightmare with a gasp and a scream. She began to cry.

"What is it?" Vincent asked in his soft voice. His right arm was tied to his chest in a sling, but he pulled her to his side with his left. "Another nightmare?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "The baby is crying. And there was snow, a storm, in the tunnels. And you!"

"What?"

"You were frozen."

"Shh, Catherine. We are safe. No storm can reach us here."

"The baby?"

"He misses you. We will find him and make up for this lost time. All will be well."

"No, Vincent. I think the worst is yet to come."