When she wakes up, the bed is empty. For a moment, she begins to panic. She climbs out of bed, and wonders into the hall. She moves quicker, with each step.

She finds Clay sitting at the table, with Zahra.

"Your pancakes are getting cold," Clay comments, from behind the newspaper.

"How long have the two of you been up?"

"Long enough to make pancakes," Zahra replies.

"Oh," she sinks into her chair. She quickly notices that both of them are dressed.

"Are the two of you headed somewhere?" she asks.

"I thought that I would take her for a ride."

"Over my dead body," she answers, as she shovels a bite into her mouth.

"I told you that's what she would say," Clay looks at Zahra.

"It was worth a try."

After tossing the dishes into the sink, Gemma heads to the shower. She gets dressed. When she leaves her room, she finds that Clay has already left. Zahra sits on the couch, quietly.

"Are we going to stay here, all day?"

"I have work to do," Gemma admits.

"I can..."

"Come on," Gemma insists.

The car ride is silent. Gemma pulls into garage. Some of the sons are outside. She climbs out, without a second thought. Zahra stays in the car. Gemma motions for her.

"Come on," she insists.

The eleven year old climbs out of the car. She slams the door closed, and follows Gemma into the office. Gemma finds her a seat, in the office.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Gemma looks around the office. She finds a box, and hands it to Zahra.

"You could file these," Gemma points to the filing cabinet.

"Ok."

"You're not going to argue?"

"What else do I have to do?"

"You should be working on school."

"I don't have a school."

"Do you want to go to school?"

"I hate school. Can I just stay here with you?"

"For today."

"And then, what?"

"How do you feel about home school?"

"Are you going to teach me? And run all of this?"

"I am a great multi-tasker."

"Ok."

"You're easy to please, today."

The door flies open. Jax walks in, unannounced.

"There is a door, for a reason," Gemma reminds him.

"This door is never closed."

"It was closed, today."

"You want me to knock?"

"It would have been nice. What do you need?"

"What's with the kid," he points to Zahra.

"I asked you a question, first."

"I don't remember," he admits.

"So, then scram."

"Ma, what's with the kid?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Why is there a kid in your office? Are you a babysitting service now?"

"I seem to be ok, when I'm watching your kids."

"Why is she here? You're supposed to be working."

"I am. She's my new assistant."

"There are child labor laws, you know."

"Like we follow the letter of the law, around here."

"Are you going to tell me who she is, or not?"

"Or not."

"Does she have a name."

"Of course she does."

"Why is she with you?"

"She's writing a book report, a day in the life of..." Gemma begins.

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, and walks away. He slams the door behind himself.

Gemma looks at Zahra. Zahra rolls her eyes, and returns to her filing.

"What?" Gemma questions, in exasperation.

"What's your next lie going to be, I'm a prospect."

"Very funny."

"Can I go home, now?"

"No," she shakes her head, "You wanted this, so, now you're stuck."

"Why can't you just be normal?"

"You wouldn't like me, if I were normal."

"Maybe I could be normal, if you were."

"What does that mean? You're perfectly normal."

"No, I'm not. Far from it."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's never told you, has he?"

"Who?"

"Owen."

"About what?"

"Maybe you should talk to my shrink."

"Your shrink? You don't have a shrink."

"Yes, I do."

"What do you need a shrink for? You're eleven years old?"

"Maybe you should strong arm him into giving you a copy of my file, because I don't think that I'm going to tell you."

"Zahra, why are you going to a shrink?"

She storms out of the office. Gemma closes the file she's working on, and heads after her. By the time that she hits the stairs, Zahra is to the parking lot.

Clay looks up from his bike, and finds Zahra standing in front of him, with her arms folded across her chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you take me home?"

"What did," he looks in Gemma's direction, "she say?"

"She's the problem. Please."

He nods, and hands her his helmet. She fastens it, and climbs on the back of his bike.