Jane just stares at him, not saying a word. Finally he breaks the silence.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"No. I'm not going to dignify that with a response."

"Because it's true?"

"What if it was?"

"She hasn't exactly been seeing anyone."

"What are you implying?"

"You know exactly what I'm implying."

"Tell me."

"It's Hoyt's," Frost accuses.

"Does it matter?"

"It does if she's going to have it. Is she?"

"I don't know," she admits.

"What do you mean?"

"Her doctor is an idiot."

"Meaning?"

"He told her that he thought that she should have all the information before she made her decision."

"Which would include what?"

"The fact that it isn't male."

"Oh."

"So now she..."

"You don't think that she'll go through with it?"

"Not a chance. I wish that she would. I wish she didn't feel like she could save the world, but I can't change that. I can't change her."

"Why do you two have to be so stubborn?"

"To drive you crazy."

"I wouldn't doubt it."

"You can't say anything to her about this."

"That's why I'm talking to you," he admits.

"Oh."

Jane slides into a booth. Maura sits on the other side of the table. She stares blankly at the table.

"Maura?"

"Huh?" she responds without looking up.

"Are you ok?"

"Just thinking," she admits.

"You're always thinking."

"I know."

"Maura..."

"You know I think I'm just going to head home. I'm not that hungry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow," she agrees.

Before falling asleep Jane finds herself thinking about Maura, trying to put herself in Maura's shoes. After a million different scenarios she finally falls asleep.

Jane gets out of the car. It's daytime, and she's outside of Maura's house. She moves toward the door. She knocks. She waits a few seconds, but no one answers. She wraps her fingers around the door knob. It twists in her hand. She pushes the door open. She steps inside. It's eerily quiet.

"Maura?" Jane calls out, but no one answers.

She makes her way through the house. She stops in the living room. She stands in the center of the living room, just staring. She stares down at a playpen in the center of the room. A little girl with russet colored hear, and big hazel eyes stares up at Jane. She has a bow in the center of her head. She smiles from ear to ear. She wears a pink dress, and little white tights.

"Where is your mommy?"

"Up!" she smiles. Jane lifts the toddler out of the playpen onto her hip. "Let's go find your mommy," Jane suggests.

"Bye-bye," she little girl chirps.

Jane walks out of the living room, into the hall. "Maura," she calls out. Jane walks into the nursery. She looks around the room, but doesn't find Maura. She holds onto the baby, and moves onto the next room. She peaks into the bathroom, but it's empty too. She then moves on to Maura's bedroom. She pushes the door open. The lights are on as she steps into the room. Jane looks around the room, but Maura is nowhere in sight. Jane stops at the foot of the bed. She looks down, and finds a note on the bed. She picks up the note and reads it to herself. In disbelief, she reads it a second time, out loud this time.

"Jane, I can't do this anymore. I wish that I could, but I can't. I'm leaving, and I won't be coming back. I can't look at her everyday for the rest of my life. I don't want that reminder everyday. She deserves more than me, a mother who resents her for existing. I love her, but it's not enough. Please take care of her."

Jane places the note on the bed. She sinks onto the floor, with the baby still in her arms. She leans up against the edge of the bed. She looks at the little girl on her lap. "Now what?" she asks.

"Mommy?" the little girl questions.

She holds the baby close, kissing her head. "I don't know where your mommy went," she admits.

"Bye bye?"

"Yeah she went bye bye," Jane answers trying not to cry.

She jerks into a state of alertness. Her eyes pop open as she sits up in bed. She looks around the room. She realizes that she's in her bed, and it's just a dream. She looks over at the bedside stand, realizing that the lamp is still on. She reaches over to turn the light off, and notices her phone. Against her better judgment she decides to call Maura. She flips off the lamp, and tries to go back to sleep. She tosses, and turns until she gets comfortable. Finally she drifts back to sleep.

She finds herself sitting on a park bench. She stares at the playground. A little girl with russet colored, shoulder length hair bounds towards her. She doesn't stop until she's on Jane's lap.

"A little warning would be nice next time," Jane smiles.

"Sorry."

The little girl starts to twirl her hair, "Stop it," Jane warns.

"Stop what?"

"You always twirl your hair when something is bothering you. Just tell me what it is."

"You know that I'm six now."

"Yes I do. Your birthday party was on Saturday."

"And I've been thinking a lot."

"That's never good."

"I've got a lot of questions."

"You always have."

"You're not my real mom," she points out.

"Haven't we had this discussion?"

"Yes but..."

"But what?"

"What did I do wrong?"

"When?"

"Why did she give me to you?"

"You don't like me? You don't want to be with me? Is that it?"

"No."

"You know you're stuck with me. I'm the only person that was close to her. There is no other option."

"Why didn't she want me?"

"Why would you think that?"

"She left me."

"She didn't think that she could give you everything you needed. She did what she thought was best."

"Am I ever going to see her, or meet her?"

"I don't know. I wish that I had an answer."

"Why didn't she love me? Whatever I did wrong... I can fix it."

"You didn't do anything wrong. There is nothing wrong with you."

"So why couldn't she love me?"

"She did," Jane answers.